The old ramshackle houses
With bay windows hint at another time
And age. An age of transition:
No permanency for this age,
‘Twas like copper sheen,
When touched by breath
It turned into a blueish green.
History captures its glory
As the craftsman fingers a copper
Buddha bust with longing
Lending his name to a dynastic story.
A tarnished coating —blue green transparent;
And toxic, as, is human touch.
It brings out emotions suppressed.
Lady Liberty embraced
Change, copper she was until
Her skin was touched by life.
And then she became verdigris.
Perchance Nature’s palette
Knowing well that all’s transient:
When born under sun all
Must alter anon.
© Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/6Irow7V
Verdigris: colour blueish green, copper acetates due to oxidation change the colour of copper from brown to blueish green
It’s so beautiful I can read and re read it countless times
A touch of history and how metals react with air and water.Nice examples
Many gratitudes to Natasha and Sarita.
Beautiful loved reading this one
Thank you Pradnya, I hope being on this forum connects not only virtually, but also physically, as in meeting up for Poetry sessions, in the future.
I Will come back to it each time the heart feels low 💚💚
Thank you Sonali dear.