Enclosed again. When night rises like <br />a dark staircase. <br />and the waters surround like apparitional fingers. <br />a gentle invasion. Mighty sepulcher; <br />In a scepter, potent wave. <br />there’s a daisy, sitting, dainty <br />with a wet look and an eye larger than <br />the sun when it’s squeezed between <br />your finger and thumb. <br /> <br />the sea held inside it <br />a chilled, dignified pearl <br /> <br /> <br />in which…it is enclosed once more <br /> <br />It’s like inheriting the face of God. <br /> <br />_________________________________ <br />(9 March 2005)<br /><br />Cheryl Renaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/victorian-painted-lady/
