Oil colour on canvas. 47 inches by 36 inches. Poem for my painting A Game of Cards in a Ploughed Field. In one direction the card player ploughs In a pattern of puzzles and riddles. He plays to win Behind guards of his own hand. Safe in concealed reasons He moves For the sake of his own cards, Unable to help those behind Their own facades Playing to their own ends. © C. English
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