“The Artist’s Face” a poem

Detritus of heaven stormed
by shocktroops of the muses,
the brave souls tempted to the fray
by the promise of cerebral booty
corralled and swept by brush and pen.

Heaped treasures from the sky
collected and securely fixed
to illustrious page and canvas.
Fearing not the critic's rage,
they coax evolution of the grace
that speaks to ages past and present,
brawly painting arrows towards our future.