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All Jumbled Up: A Magpie Sonnet

All Jumbled Up

Lines curve into faces and trace features,
ink a mask to hide his identity.
From a jumbled mess rises a creature.
Friend or foe? Can’t tell ’til the entity
emerges. A story coalesces
from the random chaos. A helmet lies
but no weapon, leaving only guesses
to how the masked man will cut it down to size.
An arrow bends into a square, circles,
crosses and a leaf are all jumbled up.
A child’s scrawl, a treasure map or cycles
depicted by Jackson Pollack? No pup
like me could make sense of it, not without
an art degree. Even then it’s in doubt.

—

in response to Magpie’s picture prompt 290 for this week. Whatever school of art Jackson Pollack subscribes to it is not one I like or even get.

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