Inspired by the sculpture “Scarlatti” by Mark di Suvero
The lonely maiden
Stands
with arms wide
Postures tight
She has no need in this world
Forgotten by mankind and their cities
Abandoned in a meadow
With only yellow daisies dancing
and crickets singing for her
She longs for this world
For the sky to embrace her hard steel body
The shrubs, they tickle
Her rusty feet
Their green washing away
her old dirt red
Yet she still waltzes
under the eternal blue
The wind, her partner
sways with her hanging arms
And they dance with stillness
Among the singing crickets