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Image by Mark Garry
Sculpted in double cream,
their faces upturned, filled with air,
as though seeking sustenance
from a sun they cannot sense.
Were the fingers that fashioned them
as long and sinuous as their stems,
teasing, with sensual delight,
each pointed leaf, each thimbled flower head -
leaving them to settle like meringue?