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A painting I did to go along with a poem I wrote as a response to Emily Dickinson's original poem:
hope is the thing with feathers all
right...
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oh em,
you said once
"hope is the thing with
feathers"
and i agree;
but the song it sings isn't sweet
it's a dirge, a death knell
and it doesn't perch
all cute and perky with dewy eyes
it hovers and lurks
circling high in a sick sweaty sky
waiting
just waiting
for something to die.
Materials: Acrylic on canvas.
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