During a few days in Liverpool we visited Crosby Beach, to see the Antony Gormley sculptures arranged as ‘Another Place’. Two friends had been examining the work, and turned to walk off the beach. I took the photograph below, and the poem was written after I examined the image, using an element of artistic license.
‘Communing’ – photo by Ivor Murrell
| Ankled in a pool on Crosby sands
the rough cast, sea scoured, figure horizon gazes longingly for all who left or are arriving.
Secured around the wrist — a lock a late addition of a lover’s token keyless plea for a permanence as endless as the iron stare.
Two mould cast pour points be-medal the artist’s chest whilst genitals rest at ease buttocks mark eternal tension
Oblivious to this crafted longing two men pass, heads down, muffled, deep in conversation concentrating on every step. |
