 Poem written by the poet and free lance writer Helen Losse (http://helenl.wordpress.com) and based on this artwork: Pen and White Ink The soldier in armor looks up, sees the bird bringing us hope. The soldier wears a red helmet. The bird takes up 1/3 of the page. Will there—in Paradise—be birds such as this? Will we—in Paradise— still need hope? A second soldier is in purple. Four men behind them look like pears. Hopeless, a corpse floats by, the water breaking into green chunks. In the valley, a small town. Maybe a cathedral in front of golden mountains. Just above them—in the middle of the page— the artist signed her illegible name in pen and white ink. I think it ends with “Junior.” GO BACK | ||