At the Gallery we look at
blown-glass rounded like pottery,
painted in soft shades of green.
The quiet curves exude peace.
The artist writes that she went walking,
drawn to surface growths and coverings:
moss, lichen, bark …
Somewhere else, we are shown
studio portraits of flowers, in colours
delicate or vivid, shocking us with joy
into an insufficiency of superlatives.
The artist tells us, smiling a moment
with the air of sharing a secret,
‘I like to think of them as people.’
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