to a lilting monteverdi
clay between two hands
discernible in its challenges
within orchestral strands

yielding to a massage
as knots on gristly back
then perfect revolution
sensuously on track

the clay appeals and beckons
to its unjealous world to flee
and showing no resistance now
centred clay and me

inner view engaging yet
with outward sculpting crust
its soft and beckoning pitch and toss
extends you with its trust

 music now yields to gentle voice
like a father's wakening call
and the vague soft scent of reverie
fulfilled, transcending all


copyright 2003 bob tatnell
australia's most unjustified poet
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