Polished Stones: After Meg Bateman’s Lapidary. I like the idea of creating poems of Hand polished stones Revealing the hidden depths of colour. Trapped rutile, sparkle of quartz In the stone Grey or ochre Or black. A window is ground With carbarundum Water Friction Force Until the poem is revealed Trapped slice of thought Suspended in luminous beauty In glowing colour and hue. In oil medium glazing Layers of colour in the resin The slices of tints and shades in shapes Trapped in the layers of glaze. The oil glazed painting Is like a hand polished Poem The painting in words The slices of thought Suspended in layers of time A polished window on the Grey exterior of lifes patina of repetition Show the inner light. The icon luminosity No external light can produce this No blonds or redhead spots No halogen desk lamp Can throw internal light on These images and words. The poems hewed from dreams Ab...