A poem for Masha Archer
by Valentina Sinkevich
Golden drops, color-peirced clusters
coral, jade, lapis, bone seed and glass.
All mysterious, all exquisite-
vines, rooted in antiquity, Sun-lit.
Giving the gift of radiance
for the waiting body of a woman
fulfilled or desperate,
defiant or at peace.
Your beads- always enigma
primitive and ardent,
an ornament of the woman’s life.
moulded by you into
coral, green, blue, gold
silver and brass.
Always life, always no winter,
always praising the body
and it’s inspired flight.
The beauty enters my eyes and stays there
full of primordial want and full of light.
moulded by you into a mysterious pattern-
for Art is a mysterious and passionate
outpouring of the unknown self.