the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Monday, 7 March 2011

Gordon Mason - One Poem

Art Restoration

Hands in white gloves
whisper like silk in motion.

Wrists cocked like pianists’,
they pull dark notes

from the sheet music.
Ladies from Madrid and Colombia,

like dancers unwilling
to release their partners,

take pictures of the past
and warm them in their palms

to revive the pulse of colour.
Hands move discreetly

without fanfare.
Constellations of age spots

pale in a wide silk
of transparency.

A new sun throbs
with birdsong,

spring stems bloom
in bridal bouquets

and the white gloves
can spread as fans.