Apr 2016
Dance Macabre
In gyrating anthropomorphic form,
trees dance to the tune of nature's storm.
Their dance macabre in its wildest stage,
keeps in tune with the storm’s rampage.
Branches are whipped, leaves blown free,
ecstatic movement in each blond tree.
And when the storm has had its fill,
there is movement in the branches still.
In gyrating anthropomorphic form,
trees dance to the tune of nature's storm.
Their dance macabre in its wildest stage,
keeps in tune with the storm’s rampage.
Branches are whipped, leaves blown free,
ecstatic movement in each blond tree.
And when the storm has had its fill,
there is movement in the branches still.
As a sculptor I like to write a poem about what I create, this poem relates to a piece in a recent exhibition.
