Forever my own muse
A response to A-Stack's prompt: “Artist and Muse”
This piece is in response to
’s “Artist and muse” prompt.I mould my love for a head, intuition for a body and anger in the hair refusing to be tamed I see myself sculpted again then toss it into the bottomless sea where you’ll find endless versions of me Here I am again using myself as a muse I find pieces of myself scattered around I pick one up from that time when my eyes were heavy but I had to keep them wide open Only to crush it to form a mix with the sea water just to paint some flowers I live through works that don’t exist without me Wondering if I’ll have joy for hands next time Creating is an expression and a discovery tainted, No, coloured by my experiences