Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney

Probably the first of a series of Bronze Sonnets


Sword notched from kills, ugly hooked gets things done.
His blank face metal cold. Her limbs spill out
twisted into our space. There is no doubt
in either of them. Streamers in the sun

from neck and staring head her venom blood
frozen from time to bronze. Titanic size
menace from both the living and dead eyes.
Both monsters that would kill us if they could.

Violence frozen out of molten heat,
Cellini made it. He had killed and knew
something that's here lovely deformed and true.
Swift feathered sandals on the hero's feet

caught in this moment that once flowed hot fast
filed spurs left when he took it from its cast.
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