Gently melting colours flowing through the scene.
Red meeting yellow, blue mingling green.
A feeling of calmness as the lines interact,
As orange turns purple and white becomes black.
Like snakes in a snake pit they weave to and fro
Some lines getting smaller some only to grow
Then all at once I begin to feel the picture say “Please come in
To this request I must respond by jumping in the swirling pond
Where would I go what would I pass
A bit afraid I carried on to see dancing lines in front of me
Then stepping in a sawdust lake I knew at last the road to take
By Sandra Jane Mack