Art by Azam Atakhanov 2005
The Artist painted on canvas
the texture tiles are bright and dark
so vibrant from the trees to women
ripe for the season/ working in the yard.
The souls of trees become the women’s
amazed by shiny curves of twigs
so weighted down by crimson apples
with human hearts and evil tweak.
The soul of watch-man long been swamped
awakes, amused by twinkling light,
reflected on the robes and kerchiefs
provoking tender senses’ flight.