The magician spreads his cape to work his magic
transmuting metal into gold
the alchemy of old
made manifest in a sculptor’s hands.
Giacometti like
they stand tall
in public view
for one
for all
to sit upon
to feast upon
the works of a man
and marvel at the works of men
of gods
of times past, present and yet to come
where one and all may come
to recreate the magic of old
of souls departed
of worlds long gone
a mystic river linking all to one for all time
rising as smiles on the faces of one
of all
as they each rise and fall
from chair to chair
transformed faces young and old
what fun we have one and all
behold the alchemy!
© Sheila Ash, 2014
You can hear this read alound at http://blackheathdawn.co.uk/poetry-corner-bronze-sculptures-by-alejandro-colunga-guadalajara-mexico-2/
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