The Sculptor by Julia Smith (Lucent Dreaming Issue 11)
I saw time, in a brickI found on Valentine’s DayWhile alone, walkingThe headland, to PenarthA bright deep orangeFlashing romantic redA beacon glowing in the greyIts corners carvedSmooth, sides softenedPockmarked, planed awayBy the Severn EstuaryLayer by layerFor longer than I could calculateBut which I could see, could feelTime in the tale of a brickI took home, to place on my mantelSo