Eccentric Statue
By Emma M
Steel
Cold, hard, sadness
Like cold tea on a stormy night
Yet warm, soft, comfort
Like a crackling log fire and a mug of hot chocolate in my hand
It stands
Dominant
And I feel the beating of a drum pulse through my veins
It will protect me
And the eloquent memories
Of the perspicacious and benevolent man
It will go unnoticed
Tomorrow, today
And yet it will be noticed
For ever and ever
The metal is woven into intricate patterns
When I touch you
I feel a crown of shiny scales adorning a goanna's head
You are mine bird, fish, dragon
You are mine