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Glass Sculpture Glass sculpture's hues of azure, cobalt blue, Light sky blue, lapis lazuli, teal, bice And other shades of blue entice you to Sail over placid seas to paradise, Serenely undisturbed by hints of squalls Seen faintly in far clouds. A shipwrecked mast Cocoons the glass in umber, but recalls Unfinished journeys from a stormy past. Low tide reveals their flotsam: shades of brown— Pecan, bone, russet, tan—are in array To caution you that sailors sometimes drown ... Until time ends, to sail away or stay Remains a tug-of-war between two sides Eternally opposing, like the tides. (First published in the Ekphrastic Review on 17th April, 2026 as a response to Glass Sculpture by Belinda Scott) |
Beast And Beauty Before the tractor, farmers drove the horse. Express coach service likewise ran on hay And water: horses were the tractive force Supporting countless livelihoods each day. Then steam and other engines seized the role. A beast of burden was the horse's lot No longer. It could be unyoked: the foal Dared dream of gallops in a scenic spot Below Ben Bulben, dared to celebrate Emancipation from its need to tow A plough or stagecoach, dared to contemplate Unbridled beauty in its movement's flow— The foal could live in nature's way again ... Yet horses are still sat upon by men. (First published in the Ekphrastic Review on 13th November, 2026 as a response to The Horsemen by Jack Butler Yeats) |
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