Untitled Dream #1 - Daniel Morton (Y13, St Bart's)

I dreamt of the statue,
In the garden,
When I was a boy,
I would imagine her hands.
Frail and old,
Soft and cold.
Taking hold,
Of a hazel handled tool.
Carving hands with hands.
The wires tangled round her fingers
And around the head.
Brushing back the ivy.

I remember those eyes,
Unworldly eyes,
Forgotten in time.
Painted on with her brush,
So the lashes did flush.
Sad and wise.
Then the eyes fall asleep
And wake up.