The stormy scowl can become
Suddenly a smile.
The knuckly bunched fist
May open like a flower,
Tender a caress.
Benarth its bright warmth
Black ice of suspicion melts;
Danger is dazzled.
A plain a dull face
Astounds with its radiance
And sudden beauty.
Ordinary things -
Teacups, spoons and sugar-lumps -
Become magical.
The locked door opens;
Inside are leaves and moonlight;
You are welcomed in.
Its delicate strength
Can lift the heaviest heart
And snap hostile steel.
It gives eloquence
To the dumb tongue, makes plain speech
Blaze like poetry.
VERNON SCANNELL (1922 -)
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