The Rebel as an Artist
Isn't oft appreciated
But in the labour of her creation
Consists marvel created
By pained triangulations
Of the form of image
The artist is a sorceress and magician
For she makes real a mirage
She paints so exquisite it could move stone hearts
To melt, to be moved to tears
In her art, flies magic darts
And immortal grace appears
The rebel as an artist
Swings the hearts keys
She has the knack to wield a work
That can treat and taunt and tease