Poetry
MY MUSELMAN STATUE | FIREFLY | THE WALLS OF TEREZIN | TEDDY BEAR UNDER AN EIDERDOWN | RETURN TO THERESIENSTADT | SPRING IN BERLIN  | PRESENTATION | AN UNOPENED LETTER

MY MUSELMAN STATUE
by Vera Meisels

    Whittled wooden board
    scorched and warped
    rough and unpolished.

    Everything has fallen from you
    that could pad a bone,
    you are not easy on the eye
    or to the touch, but
    I loved the way the wood flakes fell
    through my fingers
    until you were revealed to me.

    You are close to me,
    years I've
    to take you from the drawer
    of my darkness, as if
    till now
    your existence was
    just between us.

    Now maybe they will caress you,
    put out a hand
    to examine a book
    in which you splendidly
    are commemorated in my poems.