A poem written for my friend Kate Beaugie’s exhibition. Kate is a light sculptor, see it here.
A primeval language
Of numbers, not words
Lies hidden
Made visible by shape
Into this world birthed
An ancient discovery
A lost treasure unearthed
An echo
Emptiness
Cloaked in substance
This six sided phrase
Speaking that special language
The light of each day
Carving an inscription
On to this metaphysical gem
A frozen equation
First principle incarnate
It's truth is made eternal by gold
Forever untarnished
As our perceptions grow old
It stands on the boundary
Of pure beauty, subjective truth
And serene rationality
And yet
For all it's form
There is a part
Forever hidden
Obscured from view
As if by some celestial law
It's sight
Is forbidden
Some Mysteries
Are harder to fathom
Resist our attempts
To capture them
And still, they exist
In the shadow
The void
Created by formation
The first language
We extrude
Dressed in gold
Presented as a cube
And celebrated
A sculpture
A monument
A work of art
Dave James Horn ©
About Dave James Horn
Based in Folkestone, Dave James Horn writes poetry to raise a smile and provoke a thought. He is part of Poet’s Corner Folkestone and an organiser of the Folkestone Language Exchange. Read his full bio here.