Barbara Hepworth Exhibition, St Ives
do you recall the white sphere
that prayed to the cross
& the form locked away
that sang through the case
& begged to be touched?
it ‘moved’ me. buzz
began in my grey matter
& slid the slow slip of art
down my spine; love like a ride, a
kind of prayer. a kind of god/mother
holding child or mother holding mother.
I wanted to pluck the strings
& run oil over the wood; would feel,
I believed, like kissing the moon.
or would it feel like my heart,
stripped down to the artery
& the rush of my desires?
Imogen Wade is a person-centred counsellor from England. She was nominated for the 2023 New Poets Prize and the Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award. She has been published in The Poetry Review.
The Ekphrastic Review
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