Painted Canvas She paints India red under golden patterned saris walking to the well over sand dunes swelling like a woman's breast. Shades of soft orchre stretch for miles, baby panthers dance excited in her eyes, ankles like fine china step towards the future. Proud and hopeful - hopeful and proud, her belly swollen like a full moon. She drinks from a river of baby dreams, thinks of her husband's arms wrapping her in the safety of Saturn's ring, her eyes a painted canvas of their silken love. She fills her pitcher, her thirst for the future quenched with new dreams to be born. ~ Composed by Mona Kayell, Evangeline Brossard, Bonnie Nish, Heather Neale, and Sita Carboni West Vancouver Adult Workshop Back to the Adults Page Home