Lent — 15 min Poem — Day Six

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The walls were still hot from where the ashes had scorched holes in the canvas

The smudging rose up around the girl, around the space in the gallery where

A mass of crisp smelling water reflected a pale sky, a round face, a peak

 

 

Orange and grey elements met in an unlikely haven of peace and she sighed

 

 

Deeply. Her whole life had been waiting for a synthesis like this, the soft hissing fire,

The self-control: a picture full of dynamite, sitting silently next to a fresh water lake.

Mountains of yesterdays drama, and her, resting her muse on the space in-between

 

 

Poem inspired by Fire and Water by Cai Guo-Qiang, currently on exhibition at The Whitworth Art Gallery, Manchester, UK.

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