Bliss
A poem by John Terry
Beginning
Forget Genesis:
I arrived long before Adam-
Earth was without form and void
when I rose from its boiling crust
dragging half-molten
world-stuff that flowed
from my hips like a garment.
Stretched towards a belly of sky
I teased lightning crooked fingers
to fire new creation.
Fire
became Flamenco –
clinging magma flared
from my body,
rippled like incandescent silk
ruffled and flounced
into a full skirt.
Right arm raised,
left levelled with horizon.
I imagined red Cuban heels:
stamped the first step –
Solid earth formed
where my foot fell.
To a rattle of castanets
I danced shape into the world;
added colour; separated light
from darkness, water from land;
danced the swell of hills,
the bare height of mountains –
my swaying shape a pattern
for birch and willow. All life
rejoiced, clicked its heels –
danced to my rhythm.
John Terry
91 cms highx 32d x 35w
Edition of 14
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