The Painter Comments

A woman with ardent fingers inspects the sea of hate, She disposes of its oddities As thorns do in a hedge, As cats do with their claws And women in a trance as thorns do in a hedge. great comparisons. s very good poem. tony

As thorns do in a hedge, As cats do with their claws And women in a trance. very fine poem you begin with the cat.. ends with the women in trance., thank you for your great power of imagination.. tony