Easter Island Moai
— by John Curtis, poet
Their faces mottled grey
neolithic axe heads;
trolls rising from
the worn steep green slopes.
Some stand in line on low
dais, wearing pillbox hats;
perverse stone doughnuts.
Stoic. Gazing unmoved.
Many, part clawed from the
clinging rock, leaning, watch
the endless procession
of pale drifting clouds.
Deep shadowed eyes stare
blindly from beneath broad
ledged brows; impassive,
incurious. Aloof.
Alone under bird-haunted
skies, surrounded by the
vast-horizoned oceans.
Mysterious. Unknown.
What is more mysterious than the Easter Island moais, carved human figures, some weighing as much as 82 tons? So here is my #Inktober2017 #15 mysterious theme.
Painting to see : Peindre pour voir 
Jane: What an amazing display of talent and “savoir-faire): Truly, your mind is filled with marvelous ideas truly worth producing for those interested in fine arts. Don’t ever stop doing great work – we admire you, Jane. MOM >
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Hi Mom – really glad that you like it! I did not know if you would as it is a it out there -)))
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Lovely poem and drawing. They are fascinating heads. I would love to see them for real.
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I would love to see them too — it must ne quite wondrous -))) thank you!
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