A Birthday Statue (September 1992)
This poem was written after receiving a statue as a ‘gift’ that marked the end of a precious relationship.

"Beauty is truth, truth Beauty,' _ that is all

Ye know on earth and all ye need to know.

John Keats Ode on a Grecian Urn

And slowly you created 

The form in your mind’s eye
Images curved around, concentrating
Focused on that before.  
Created, it stands:
Its beauty is true.
But so standing it shatters
All that came before.
Robed in its ritual
It is simply an ending – nothing more.