I'd love to sculpt a figurine made from sold bronze.
It would remind me of the age of man.
I'd love to throw a ***.
Bake it in a kiln.
Glaze it with shiny patterns.
Images of suns and moons.
Stars and comets
A multitude of colour.
And only then after putting my world into my oven baked creation.
I would love to slam it at the wall.
To watch it erupt, as a furious fire work would do.
Exorcised frustration.
One great big bash.
What a smashing time I'd have.
But, my beautiful bronze sculpture.
In the form of subtle woman kind, would be left by aged design.
To age with only woman's grace.
As only woman can.
(C) Livvi