The moving sculpture represents water
The moving water
Asks the water lilies to stand proud
And the occasional sunlight
Spirits through the broken cloud
The breeze lifts
My fine auburn hair
In waves across
Thin framed spectacles
A light lead
Is automatically fed
Into my Rotring
Vorsprung dur technic
Precise point pencil
I look for words
& draughtsman's kerbs
Straight lines to nowhere
Are long forgotten
Gardeners move hither
Into and out of
The garden centre they wither
They choose to wilt
In silt that's out of sunlight
Anything or nothing
To avoid the metallic cams
And the tubular rings
Which at this moment lie still
Defiant under the gaze
Of the two wishful brothers
The sculpture now an installation
Springs into life
Visually
I do believe that the artist is on to something
But as always
It is the detail that lets him down
The sounds
Of ill fitting mechanisation
The grind that grinds you down
The resounding sound
Of ill fitting mechanisation
The sculpture now an installation
An installation that goes up and down
But in sympathetic non symphonic time
The sculptress she wears a frown
