My armoured sentries cower
by their posts, branded with the mark
of a cult. Their stillness chills
the empty air as their
menace mace-heads stare
at throats of passers-by,
just the right height
for the kill. But still,
the woods tremble when they see
my saw. There’s no more work
to be done today, but they won’t rest –
they’ve been tricked before.
– Tamara Drazic
This is an ekphrastic poem inspired by the sculpture, Woods III by Japanese artist, Shigeyo Toya.