Little Kayano

 She conjures with wax, makes it sing

through fingers deft, artful and lithe;

engaged thus, she sees each form spring

livid, star-forged, as though alive –

- liquid, fierce – her focus playing

around each fold. She nurtures blithe,

 

joyous thoughts as her hands caress,

oblivious, her face a mask.

Nothing intrudes to provoke stress:

even the wax does all she asks.

Sublime! She works on, feeling blessed.

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◄ Decidedly Dave

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Comments

stella jones

Mon 28th May 2012 23:35

Blimey..so it is an acrostic..yeah I see that now!!..It's me!! Love it and thanks!

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Yvonne Brunton

Mon 28th May 2012 20:51

Martin, I like the gentleness of this. It evokes the serenity of a japanese garden - another art form.

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Martin Peacock

Mon 28th May 2012 16:31

An acrostic for Stella. She recently told me that she loves sculpting with wax, and this poem practically wrote itself.

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