May I suggest this poem by Kit Wright which seems to tick many of the aforementioned boxes:
Lead Like Leather
(to the direct metal sculpture, 'Harness', by Peter Greenslade
That lead should wear the muted sheen
Of working country leather, laid
At rest upon a barn floor, mean
The same slow-motion cavalcade
Of strap and buckle, seems to me
Triumphant in a simile.
I rub the leather's molten grain
And smell the linseed in the lead.
The soft Convergence of the Twain
Sinks pleasure deep inside my head:
I like it that the world should be
So veined with similarity.
All men, all things, be family.
Last edited by Ann Drysdale; 11-10-2009 at 11:34 AM.
Reason: There's a "p" in Scul(p)ture, dammit.
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