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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

A rocky beach fading into the sky, all in shades of gold and brown.

That Which Goes Before — a poem of the passing of time

A Grá Reformata inspired by Shakespeare’s…

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

Bind the Light — a poem of breaking free

A rhyming free verse inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet 59

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

A silhouette of a person dancing in rainbow rain, holding an umbrella at arms length, not over their head.

You are a Rainbow — a poem of encouragement

A Kyrielle inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet 53

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

a lighthouse silhouetted against an orange and red sunset

But Love, For Love — a poetic ode to love

An iambic trimeter/pentameter poem inspired by…

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

Two identical women looking at each other, or one woman looking at her reflection. Both have pale skin and red hair that is on fire. Both have tattoos.

The Other Side of Me — a poem of self knowledge

A Kyrielle inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet 42

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

A big old house with ivy climbing up around the front door.

So Fair a House — a poem

A Kyrielle inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet XIII

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

I am not Pretty

A free verse poem

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

Say My Name, Spell My Name

What’s in a name?

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

Becoming

Born a woman
Fully formed
Exploding from a parent’s head
Dressed to kill

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

Joy or Misery

Tomorrow is a mystery.
I cannot know what happens next;
It could be joy or misery.