The snail on the door
From upside-down string
You grew a magnificence of stone and spire
Reaching from, and to, nature
But never exceeding in either direction
Yet, a snail on the door
In twisting turns
You reinvented the oleander
And, from names of the saints,
Built an enormous forest in the sky
Still, there was time for the snail
Simple pieces of glass
Bounce light into every season
Shining a perfect spring
Even into the heart of a winter morning
But you remembered the snail
Oh, to think your thoughts
As you carved bauxite from limestone
And immortalised a snail in wrought iron
Even as you conquered the sky
About the Creator
Tales of the Aurora Borealis
Who knew a solar storm could be so beautiful? Purples, reds, and greens shimmering in our skies like dancing ribbons. Hypnotic and enchanting, the Northern Lights have had us humans in complete awe for centuries. Which got me thinking, what did our ancestors think of the Aurora Borealis?
By Rosie J. Sargent6 days ago in FYI
Comments (2)
Wow, such a lovely ode to your favourite place
wonderful work of art.