The House of Art

Leslie Mckay 2013

In the house of art
she was carried
far from the blindness
of duress
by works of skill and grace

When the dark angel sang
and her song drew applause
she transcended her sentence
as hardships apprentice

On a winter’s night
on the southern earth
there was nothing between
her and the alchemy

The long ancient road
searching dreaming
straight through illusion
truth came riding