lines so sure

floating landscapes
mud-orange, radish-red
a hint of a splash of yellow hovering above
hills falling at each other’s feet
like swallows, flying in clusters
losing themselves in one another

lines so sure, so true
there is trust involved here
the artist may have been close to her mother,
a locus of self-assuredness

the jumble at the foreground
is a blood-purple march of spears – battle foliage and the sky, the ceiling – misty
regretful, like the heart of a girl on her way
to her first day at pre-school