What lies beyond up?
Shadows, a winding staircase,
a journey without end.
Clouds traveling unwalled–
a fool’s ship, a beggar’s ride,
a castle in the sky.
A reblog of my response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, from 2018. I wanted to try one of Jane Dougherty’s “42” poems–I love a question to start a poem–so that’s the form I used here. And it’s a good reminder I should try this form again.
I had an idea to combine brush paintings of horses with collage, although this wasn’t what I was thinking when I did the horses. That’s usually what happens to my ideas…they go off on tangents.
Continuing this week’s Feast of Fools, inspired by the earthweal challenge.
K. 
Thank you for reminding me of this form. I’d forgotten all about it.
Up is one of those empowering words. It has no end. And I love that horse!
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Thanks. Brush painting is magical when it works.
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Yes, it looks almost involuntary.
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That’s a really nice horse. N.
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Thanks Nina. I should do more brush painting. One of many shoulds.
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