Glass-Blower

By the ocean, he drifts in silence,

the sea a womb,

that churns with creation.

He stops and listens.

The sun’s high -

burns

his feet,

scorches

his mouth,

the sea

delivers

conch shells

and sea glass before him.

He stands in silence,

listens as

timeless waves

mold and polish treasure,

carve cliffs and caves,

with patience, without measure.

The relentless sun beats down

on the horizon,

where it dives and sparkles,

casts its robes into a molten sea -

the waves tangerine and crimson.

Images and shapes take form,

his heart a crucible

of burnished dreams.

Copyright Suzy Davies. 17/07/2017. All Rights Reserved. No Copying.