medium: ink drawing on paper, digital collage
We clamber for shelter
Lashing ourselves with red
Licorice to straw houses
Binding ourselves to blue
Bottles we believe will float
Boosting ourselves into green boughs
We do not realize the likeliness of lightning.
We hang onto words
Spilling from white toothed mouths
And cling to television's light
When the storm brings night to day.
All the while we wish
For a bomb shelter
An ark
Anything more secure
Than the grace that keeps
The umbrella over our heads.
-Diane Batts
Such evocative words, they fit the picture beautifully and add even more color and feeling.
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