Pauline Flynn, Visual Artist/Poet

Brush Writing

i.m. Roma Robinson

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 On a square cushion

at the low table

you tuck your legs

under your body

lower its weight

onto your heels

straighten your back.

 

You pour water 

into the shallow bowl 

of a whet stone 

move an ink block 

in circular motion 

colouring the water 

black.

 

Steady as a ship at anchor

you dip the brush,

lift it, ink filled, 

tilt towards the bow, 

set sail, sure helmed, 

over the vast expanse

of a sheet of white paper.