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.