to look out and see
the rose light finger the horizon
and prise liquid shadows from the land,
turquoise sea taste the contours of your form
and sense the swans swim
in flight between the two
soft and still as golden dust
sifting in the silent light
to know them in the silken
shine falling to the kettle
the golden tones as the tea tastes
the hard white bite of the porcelain
then hold it to the inner earth
and feel the swim and grow and glide
burst and crack the crucible
and become the looking glass
and when they turn and stare
to catch the glimmer
the fire in the hearth
may they feel the kick inside
and know the sense is in your glance
the curl of the cocoon round your form
in the turn of your scapula
and the fingers touch
and see the veil shift....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poetry is so delicate, and this one has to be my favourite..shimmering emotions expressed in delicious lines. Thanks for sharing and keep on writing! Best wishes. A.