Shelby Kinch
On viewing BETH L0, The Eight Immortals
Fog slowly drifted across the damp, grey, cliff.
Raindrops shattered across rocks
like rubies. The black sky thundered-
a sign of a dark day.
The glass rubies fall onto eight golden rocks,
their brightness overshadowed
by a raging monster.
The eight immortals sit on a shadowed cliff.
They stand, singing songs of light
to brighten the storm.
Their glowing faces shine through the fog,
a ray of hope throughout a dark storm.
And, when the last ruby had shattered
on the ground, the eight immortals
still stood, shining in the night.
Image: Beth Lo, The Eight Immortals (detail), porcelain, gold leaf, china paint epoxy. The Montana Museum of Art & Culture Permanent Collection
