The Dance of Life by Ann Morris in Sculpture Woods On Lummi Island, Washington
“Dance of Life”
She rides his head—
not in conquest,
but in surrender to his power,
her thighs molded to its bronze,
her back arched
like a bow strung by breath.
The beast below—
all muscle and stillness,
its rage quieted into form—
bears her weight
as if memory itself
had learned to carry desire.
Light drips down her flank,
touching metal,
touching dream—
and for a moment,
stone, flesh, and want
are one continuous motion.
— kenne
Beautiful artwork and wonderful poetry. Thank you, my friend for sharing.