WRITERS ABROAD MAGAZINE: THE THIRD SPACE
Barbara Hepworth's Garden
By Susan Carey
After the rain,
I walk into her garden.
Grey clouds part
and the sun shines.
Pools of water nestle
in cupped recesses.
I stroke the calm, moist,
marble sculptures.
My fingers trace their outlines.
I caress a rolling hill,
a deep cave.
I want to crawl inside
these egg-shaped forms
and hatch myself anew.
On the rooftop of her studio,
a fledgling seagull
takes his first clumsy steps.
His smooth-breasted mother
soars above him.
She's gone now,
left her garden,
her bold bronze squares,
her cool curved aura
her red roses
that glisten in the sun
after the rain.
20 | May 2016