Glass Galateas, made in heads,
Figures for showing on shelves,
Shining sheens of pondered light.
Glazed goddesses, fire dreams
Frozen to figurine for icons
Kept in sacred case.
Praise them not with touch,
For they are delicate form'
Special for fragile touch,
Fragile for special form.
Praise them with a gaze
Before they shatter,
Fall and scatter
Raw pain in naked feet.
Categories:
galateas, introspection,
Form: Free verse