To Luisa Casati

Even when her hair was aflame with orange

they would never call her ‘Ginger’.

Ginger was her choice 


Like the snakes.

Did anyone shout

“snakes alive” with shock

when they saw her living jewellery?

I wonder.

I wonder

how they reacted to the emerald sparks

from her burning fires.

With wonder

I think

always with wonder.

How else could you view her


as a work of art.


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