The Talent Month Art Festival poem

TheCuriousSeed

Here's to the Talent Month Art Festival!



The Art Festival is a wonderful time
To enjoy the creativity sublime
But to poetry dismiss
I'd consider remiss
As an option to let my pen chime.

No, this poem isn't my first rodeo
In fact, poetry isn't all I know
Since I've written a tale or two
And coloured from pink to blue
Among other ways my creativity to show.

Often I would fly about the Hollow
And flit to where desire follows
Be it basking in warm light rays
Or a fun cosplay
Or even to see if I can find a bird called a swallow.

For Silver Winterjewel
Author in Cool
She finds writing prose
As sweet as the scent of a rose
With signature ice pen as her writing tool.

As for her sister Pearl
Quite a charming girl
She loves to have fun
All the way until day is done
And as she flies, you might even see her twirl.

Artists among fairies and sparrowmen
During this festival is when
Chisels and paints and window panes
And even sweet candy canes
Can be seen full of magic o'er dale and glen.

Whether I attended the Art Festival
I can't yet say I recall
But what if we were making art
From the depths of our hearts
Would the crowds our masterpieces enthral?

Classic lines I've quite often heard
And even read in written word
To be or not to be is a line timeless
But I wouldn't consider myself rhymeless
Rather, the pen to the paper feels like a song to a bird.



Hope you enjoyed this poem.