How The Arrow Flew.

Beauty drew the archer’s eye; absolutely true.

“To this woman,” bade the bowman. How the arrow flew!

As a vesper, as a whisper; diaphanous, and blue

as Venus rising in the window; under waxing moon.

[diaphanous & blue: acrylic, detail. 2022]

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