I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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20 October 2013

Sekhmet (Small Statue)

Sekhmet is gold-skinned,
dressed in blue,
with bands of red and green
around her arms and neck.

Her dignified lion head
wears a black wig
down past her shoulders,

striped with gold lines
and neatly cut
straight across.

Crowning her head
is a lump of gold
shaped like a rearing cobra.

She sits, eye height,
beside my desk.
I am looking for a better,
more suitable spot.

But  perhaps not.
Here, we keep
good watch on each other.

This started out to be a'small stone', but it grew! Then I wrote the small stone.


  1. I enjoyed your Sekhmet poem and statue. And indeed, why not keep her near.