It was meant to be Joy
full of painters poets a jazz drummer
switched on vanguard, lovers
hand made patrons of the arts
avant gardens in the hills
the good-life party at lunch
early drinks all night
charcoal rubbed paper
free love summer post-war
a poster child who knew
and grew-up too soon
lost the fear we did forget
wrapped in Sunday, mourning
never really knowing
who did what to whom when
shame plays it's tune
so begins the remains of days
records spin around
tears for precious life
and a generation broken
Joy in the pearler's diving bell
did stroll ocean floors
drew a light never saw
feathered starfish hands and more...
image: Joy Hester 1920 – 60
Girl holding Turkey (Vera) 1957
synthetic polymer paint, brush and ink, gouache on card
74.8 × 49.8 cm NGV
beautiful, beautiful, thank you Jeffree
ReplyDeleteIt is truly...and great. Thank you too.
ReplyDeleteLovely
ReplyDeleteStunning, and beautiful, and my heart leaps and drops and leaps and drops
ReplyDeleteThank you SRCJ :) I appreciate your words of encouragement...
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