The Gearaffe: An Elegy in Brass - Canvas Print
$17.94
Ai Poem about this Giraffe Art:
In a workshop of fantastical haze,
A giraffe of gears was set ablaze.
Cogs for spots, and pistons for grace,
It roams through time, but not through space.
Eyes like lanterns, aglow with dreams,
Steam is its breath, or so it seems.
Neck craning high, into shadows it peeks,
An automaton beauty, playing hide and seek.
With each tick-tock stride, it tells a tale,
Of ingenuity's power, where hands prevail.
The Gearaffe stands, in silence it roars,
A clockwork majesty, the engine adores.
In a workshop of fantastical haze,
A giraffe of gears was set ablaze.
Cogs for spots, and pistons for grace,
It roams through time, but not through space.
Eyes like lanterns, aglow with dreams,
Steam is its breath, or so it seems.
Neck craning high, into shadows it peeks,
An automaton beauty, playing hide and seek.
With each tick-tock stride, it tells a tale,
Of ingenuity's power, where hands prevail.
The Gearaffe stands, in silence it roars,
A clockwork majesty, the engine adores.