Carol Peace

Bliss Bliss Bliss
Bliss Bliss Bliss


91 x 35 x 32 cm
Bronze Edition of 14


A poem by John Terry


Forget Genesis:

I arrived long before Adam-

Earth was without form 
and void
when I rose from its boiling crust

dragging half-molten

world-stuff that flowed

from my hips like a garment.

Stretched towards a belly of sky

I teased lightning’s crooked fingers

to fire new creation.


became Flamenco – 

clinging magma flared

from my body,
rippled like incandescent silk
ruffled and flounced
into a full skirt.

Right arm raised,
left levelled with horizon.
I imagined red Cuban heels:
stamped the first step –

Solid earth formed
where my foot fell.

To a rattle of castanets
I danced shape into the world;
added colour; separated light
from darkness, water from land;
danced the swell of hills,
the bare height of mountains –

my swaying shape a pattern
for birch and willow. All life
rejoiced, clicked its heels –
danced to my rhythm.


John Terry