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May 2022
Being a life model
Is like conducting
An orchestra of artists
Their various sketching materials
At the ready
As i remove my gown
I become
An silent, unmoving conductor
My stillness, and poise
Is their direction
Then the music begins
As the various scratchings
On paper
Pick up the vibrancy
Of the shape
That lies, sits, or stands
Before them.
As i become their muse
Their match strike
As it flares up
As their flare of creativity begins
I remain oblivious
Of their interpretations
Of my naked self
Simply considering
Can i remain still
For the required time
And what pose
Can i proffer next
As i contemplate
And consider
One move ahead
It's like a obscure form
Of time travelling
As the orchestra
Play to the rhythm
Of their present
My brush
Is my pen
As the artists
Become my muse
Thank you

by Jemia
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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