Angele Toomey Poetry

Tonight I went to a life drawing class. My second experience of such a thing.

The model was a man, and I found it fascinating that he was under a female gaze…a total role reversal on the traditional artist/muse arrangement. I think that almost every classic art galley could be closed down by QAnon…think about it…women that go to see classic art see tiny penises and a truck load of breasts!!!!

All jokes aside, it did get me thinking about the power of the pen/pencil.

Follow my lines
The parchment paper yearns to wear graphite 
Its texture texture calls to the universe with promises that excite.
I am about to plunge into an artistic flow.

The model adjusts their pose
And my hand moves across the paper but not to form prose.
There are no wrong moves, nothing to erase.

As the outline in my mind takes shape via pencil
I am excited to see what will form, if only the model would stay still.
The bell rings and we start again.