In Flagstaff Garden’s tempered light,
a man prepares his borrowed face
fine strokes of crimson, coal, and white,
a quiet ritual in the open space.
Brush whispers over skin like breath,
each line a memory, each curve a vow;
the living paying homage to death,
the ancient blooming through him now.
Around him, Melbourne hums its day,
trams singing past in their iron tune,
yet here he stands in calm display,
a blossom painted for the moon.
For Mexico’s bright festival,
he dons the mask of joy and sorrow
a face that says the past is full,
and we must greet it come tomorrow.
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Nice for vendors to be outside in the fresh air and sunshine!
ReplyDeleteUna mà amb un pinzell que faran les delícies de molta gent.
ReplyDeleteSalutacions!
Great photo. Reminds me of the old days when I did shows
ReplyDeleteInteresante ver como se maquilla mientras atiende su puesto de artesanía.
ReplyDeleteI love the artisan stalls at street fairs.
ReplyDeleteQue historia tan interesante la que cuentas y que bien ilustrada en la foto.
ReplyDeleteUn abrazo
Quirky :-D
ReplyDeleteGood -Christine cmlk79.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteA fine looking street fair with artists showing their work for sale. These are fun places, and you never know what you might find there.
ReplyDeletewell captured
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