Cece’s sister Sarah, as I may have mentioned before, is a creative force along the lines of, say, Harold Fenster, except she doesn’t focus on only painting, but also puppets, prose, prophecy and, at my request this week, a poem.
Here’s the first stanza of the poem I asked her to write:
Horses trot gallantly around,
pushing up daisies upon the ground
Dream, a horse, whom I met
Only wanted me, and none for the rest
Filed under: poetry friday