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The Word Artist

Words have always been my art. They dance for me and sing for me. They laugh for me and cry for me. They are my paint and brushes. They are my clay.

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Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

The viewer seems to be inside a dark tunnel. Light shines in the other end of the tunnel, creating a golden path forward.

In the Shadow — a poem of hope & faith

A Kyrielle inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet XXXVII

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

A rainbow arcs over the sun rising over the ocean. In the foreground, a sharp yellow cliff rises above the rocky beach.

The Sun Comes Out — a poem of hope

A ballad inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet XXXIII

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

A hand with white skin wearing a brown leather band around the wrist and a dark sleeve has just touched still water, leaving ripples in the surface.

Will My Words Live On? — a poem of hope

A Kyrielle inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet XXXII

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

The Sun Will Rise

A La’libertas of hope

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

Christmas Hope

The tree in the corner has never
Slept ‘neath a new-fallen snow;
Its branches can no way remember
The moon or the sun — they don’t…

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

I Still Believe in Magic

A La’libertas Poem

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

The Ticks of the Clock

An Anapestic Poem

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

I See the Sun

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