Lent — 15 min Poem — Day Six



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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