Poetry by Allanah Bahnsen
song lines
magic is about to be
through nerves dreams emerge
surrounded by nature
moving in exquisite awe
driving songlines
..now, past and future
rock foundation of the caldera
hold her firm
sugar mill stack
fluffy & warm
panting like an espresso machine
she is about to release
fog hugs the ranges
hued for her eyes
river waters reflect stillness
in songs of love sweet
blue skies whisper
you are in the now of possibilities
cane fields line the road
witnessing the emerging form
‘Clocks’ from Coldplay cores her open
..she is at her core an artist
witness her painting
For Cherie xx
