by Hélène Cardona
On a visit to my ancestors I’m shown
into the palace of hypnotists
through a small entrance and grand rounding staircase,
each step a drawer containing sculptures.
The landing expands into huge vistas
over fountains, centaurs and other creatures,
statues come alive, stunning spectacle.
Windows open onto a lake
—adorned by willows and vines—
whose surface, smooth and silver,
reflects the astonished beauty
of mutable selves riveted on the horizon.
Published 6 January 2013