Golem

Golem

A sculpture in the corner,
carved exquisite, forged in gold
An out of bounds exhibit,
… its story never told

Its origins a mystery,
to anyone but me
The curves map out a history,
the lines mark how I see

How I map the compass points,
perceive what just might be
A future I could ill afford,
a present, passed by me

A gift so bright, a flame so bold,
as letters mass like clay
Shaped to words, the sentence folds,
the paragraphs, they play

Play around that central core,
the flame that holds my gaze
Bright within the sombre dusks,
that remain of our days

Contoured, shaped and sculpted well,
to shroud the light I've stole
Moulded to a perfect shell,
what beauty eyes behold

Viewed differently, the model stands,
before her statuette,
and yet her shadow never falls,
a vacant silhouette

Standing in the corner, cold
A magpies nest, a net
A naked brazen bust cast bold,
she doesn't see it yet

I hope and pray she never does,
some art's too rich for me
My blood's too thin to make the cut,
… that flame she'll never see

Burning, blazing behind eyes,
Fired in a sculpted sheath
Clay once blessed with thoughts disguised,
in cold sweat and gold leaves

A sculpture cut, carved too pristine,
too polished to be true
Exhibits, once so lost, now found,
its story told for you