Experiment 13
Smoked Glass
Smoked Glass
Tension of fitting
these new fragments
to this frame.
I am heavy with glass
leaden light
formal divisions.
I am looking out
look in
through these arabesques
smoked diamonds
multicoloured panes.
I see my father
old bulb blower
toiling to throw
his warm grains
in her hot retort
silicon child
brittle
amorphous
frozen too soon
because he did not know
the warm breath of his teacher.
For you
Theodore
I prepare to submit to the hot flame
your glass-house was never a prison
in it you learnt to dance
visibly
the sound of your voice shivers my opaque walls.
May I
like you
become fluid with translucent structures.
Russell Haley.