The Provost Nymph
Permament ink on 11"x14" Bristol board
Dedicated to Bella Sinclair and her contagious mirth.
The Provost nymph said she is not that skinny,
I assumed it's just one of those brush-offs she gives me
to redirect the attention away from her.
An exercise in mirth may be accomplished
by drawing a series of lines and squiggles.
For example,
a few lines and semi-circles to create a koi fish kite
with two epsilons clinging to its dorsal fin
with their Mom and a canine named Oz looking up with glee.
These and others you will have to see.
A Fiesta carafe and a coffee mug
can you guess the color?
I hijacked these from the cerebral one
who masks her brilliance with a wicked sense of humor.
Like the tetris rock formations
and pachyderm named Elton with a couple of friends
watching the ripples of the fish studded stream.
Of FPOT and a pot with F
of Bella sticking her tongue
and Isabella firmly grounded, not flying or falling.
Of a couple of ducks performing extreme Korean seesaw action.
Of Epsilon Nine playing Concerto No. 2, 3rd Movement, by F. Seitz
aboard a happy pachyderm
and Epsilon II, Emma the Diva serving honeysuckle tea to Alyssa
while the poor girl whose hairdo eluded the illustrator
of the most adorable Flower Girl Series is dangling
from the Taco Flower.
The elfin Ces drawing on her Bristol board
surrounded by a mother and two kids
in the form of ducks and turtles.
Somewhere is the mental ninja and
the precarious stack of cups formerly used by the violinist
sans kettle which now hangs from a tree
and a source of curiosity for the canine Oz.
I tried to portray my friendship with the Provost nymph
a bond still growing.
Do you remember when you were young
you used to play with two tin cans connected together by a string
which served as your telephone?
The two birds don't need that anymore
for they are perched together on a tree limb.
An on the twig is a banker bird who loved watches and golf
while on the other end a mother eagle watches over her nests
while an array of impressive bird houses display.
I love the four storied one.
The Viking bird with his wife on the computer
and his son with the canine named Daisy
and his daughter doing her homework while
listening to Johnny Depp as Sweeney Todd.
Up north is a bald eagle bird
and on the west is another, not quite bald now
and her two epsilons
and the loving and caring glances of two senior birds
gazing upon them and as far out east
to a family with two little birds.
The sprouting oak the Provost Nypmh holds
looks like a heart.
She is a provost because she has a doctorate degree
in "nutology" and her favorite nut is me.
Let the pachyderms float in the air and roam on the grounds.
With my pen and my Bristol board
I squiggle with mirth!
