Chihuly in the Forest
He plays with fire in the hot shop
Sand melting toward colour,
toward the edge of shatter
light passing through the thick and thin
until both are refined. Using
the skills of lip wrap and trailing,
like Lumière he entertains with light
through a substance pliant as wisteria
on the pergola, until it comes to
the marver to be cooled, to be solid
as a plank, to light some hillside
with wands of solid flame, until
he proves what simple sand
can be, tortured into glass.
Wendy Taylor Carlisle
Wendy Taylor Carlisle lives in the Arkansas Ozarks and is grateful to have Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art a close drive from home.
See more about her and her work at www.wendytaylorcarlisle.com
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