Former Painter Of Cardinel And Robin Poem by james watkin

Sir, with my subject matter
Once I was taught
To familiarize myself.
Little bothered now of that.
Yes, good sir, ever gentle, if
Ever the closer
Inched up to! With the difference
Having you not sit for; fence-sat.

Though you are of form, of voice
Much as ice-swirls
Rumour you, insight enough
Is it not sentient bird
You crave my respect, more than
I crave my peer's?
A life, not an art technique
It'll do to have mastered!