David Nichols triggers sensory experience with words
He reached to touch her shoulder,
And caress the smooth cold marble.
He felt the thousands of touches of her maker
Who had tenderly chiselled and shaved each limb,
Gently drawing her out of the stone.
His touching aroused longing.
He envied the slaves who pressed kisses into her hands
And was tempted to break away their lips,
Replacing them with his own.
He stooped to kiss her bare foot
And noticed the engraved anklet,
“I was made by Ramses.”
David Nichols (BMus 1972, MMus 1973) taught at Northern Collegiate in Sarnia and Lambton Central Collegiate in Petrolia for 30 years. During this time, he continued his compositional interests, which included poetry. He currently lives along the shores of beautiful Lake Huron.
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