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published in
collection Taro Fair, 2003
Shoestring Press
ISBN No.
1 899549 80
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Taro
Fair
(Flora Twort:
1893-1985)
During that time, she woke
to the horses
Passing under her window and
followed
Later, their straw plaited
manes. Like faces
In the sky's crumbling
landscape, she noticed
Other things as she put up her
easel
At the Taro Fair. But the
words which led
Her had been that way before
and were first
To leave, though they ran along
her fingers,
Quietly counting the syllables.
All
She saw was enough; all they
gave, disguise.
That was when the conversations
ended,
On a hot day in the stares of
gypsy
Children, when the lake water
responded
As if moved by her brush, when
life became
The true miracle and she saw
the grey
In the white, the white in the
grey. And so
Easy, the horses, moving in a
time
Almost forgotten, across her
canvas
To another place that retained
its eye
And watched the marvel growing
in her face.
Ian Caws
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