Motes at Play in the Halls of Light

by Devon Balwit

We always glance slantwise at beauty, turning

to it our Janus-faced wonderment and envy,


wanting to be of and in the light but dragged

downwards by cracked-clay heaviness, a base


that can only hold the glowing filament, so easily

jarred to breaking.  See the eyes, shadow-traced,


refracted into panes?  Each holds the painter’s

palette, the aperture, the pen—missals to summon


the muse, nets to trawl for awe.  We must catch

the spilling while we’re quick.  We won’t be long. 

Back to Archive

Writers Bio

Bio: Devon Balwit is a poet and educator from Portland, Oregon. She has a chapbook, Forms Most Marvelous, forthcoming from dancing girl press (summer 2017). Her recent poems can be found in: Oyez, The Cincinnati Review, Red Paint Hill, The Ekphrastic Review, Noble Gas Quarterly, Timberline Review, Trailhead Magazine, Vector, and Permafrost.

Inspirational ImageThe Rainbow Room by David Raynerby David Rayner

Pieces Inspired by this Image

'Bittersweet Invasion'
by Tim Philippart

by Alan David Pritchard

'The Colours'
by Simon Barnes

Follow Us

© Copyright 2012 With Painted Words