A red dish wrinkled like paint.
A morning sea, calm and bright,
Indescribably bright...
holding in its embrace a case of
offshore islands positioned to divulge
a vibrant face, but human or animal?
Pinching, square body, asymmetric arms.
The clay does not resist or defy the bidding
of nimble fingers, lithe as a bending willow,
burrowing into a body, slain and left bleeding.
A burning rose hidden away, a fury kept at bay.
The sculptor is always slow and meditative,
for every ruling is permanent, and must bring
her closer to the final vision in her head.
Two suns overlap each other, a copper kettle
to catch cold, clear rainwater in, then suddenly
it is the long flame of a candle teasing two
lovers with the twin possibilities of both
warmth and security. A wish discovered,
a ripple in the belly, arrived finally with a blush of new
The sculptor speaks as much with her hands as with her voice.