Temperate House Mille Fiori, 2005
Slow flow thickening when upright
transparent enough at first glance
but a harder stare only stares back
I remember sand
I remember heat, enough to run
my surface blurs, haunted
by every touch
idle or otherwise.
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ooh this makes me think of the lovely Sandman in the Elizabeth Knox Dreamhunter books – that transformation…
Very beautiful, Saradha.
Nice!
And funnily enough, Mary, I too was thinking of the Elizabeth Knox books as I read it. ‘Sand’ & ‘transformations’ I suppose!
I love the repetition of the central lines – it really pulls the poem into the centre and concentrates the image. And, me, too, I was thinking of Elizabeth Knox with the morphing sand.
There is something so sad about this poem – brittle and very beautiful. Love the picture too.
yeah, very nice indeed. I felt it was brittle too, yet also smooth and soft. Makes me think of the Glass Woman project.
Oooh, thanks everyone 🙂 I’m glad you like it.