! A Question About Art

Poem By Michael Shepherd

Our world forgets – has never known, perhaps –
that questions are a treasured magic wand:

the question asked, the answer may, most like, come freshly said
out of a space that’s new alike to teacher and to taught;

your question is today – how factual should I leave
my verse, or should I seek to ‘colour’ it with metaphor? …

this image comes to mind: ‘old master’ in his studio,
famed painter of Madonnas with attendant Child;

demand’s incessant; so he draws the outlines in,
and passes on the canvas to his studio hand;

coloured then, maybe he adds the master’s touch of life -–
the smile of angel’s sweetness on the Madonna’s face;

the glimpse of future in the Christ Child’s eyes;
and off it goes to some great patron’s church,

to comfort all of womanhood in woes and joys,
its colours gleaming candlelit in sacred prayer;

and yet, how connoisseurs may treasure that quick sketch
on scrap of hand-made paper, where the very touch

of sanguine chalk or silverpoint, reveal the immediate mind
of that old master, as it found the new track of the line;

the world will praise, admire, your coloured image of Her face;
but She will see, in pencilled sketch, how love springs from her grace..

Comments about ! A Question About Art

Michael, an interesting question and beautifully expressed. Perhaps the answer is that each is a valid work of art. For me, the leaner the better! Best wishes, Martin
a very powerful piece you wrote here Michael.
Yes Yes Yes. It is the first flush of new growth that touches the soul... when art comes from that place. I get it Michael! Impeccably written too. love Allie xxxxxxxxx
impressive poem, gracefully powerful, regards ben
A sketch of a poem, best one I've seen you scribble! Love from David, Love David, 'Love'.

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