JUST OUTSIDE THE FENCE ±14in. x 18in., ±35.6cm. x 45.7cm. c.2009 oil on canvas
JUST OUTSIDE THE FENCE There is a place I like to go, just outside the fence The flowers grow like grain; they bring me such a sense Magic comes to me as I stand within that ground Yet when I turn to leave No more magic can be found I would visit every year, but now it’s every day I am whole when I am there, and sad when I’m away But a question worries me, that hasn’t fully risen Is this a place of fortune? Or is it my own prison? Its roots hold on to me; my hands hold on to it A curse though it may be, it seems the perfect fit This land has cast a spell, with all that it presents I need this place so much No matter the expense I have no answers yet, so here I shall remain These plants surround my heart, so too I grow like grain And though it seems unsafe Some things are worth suspense This field might be my end But love has foolish sense For love has pulled me in Just outside the fence