Sunday, January 23, 2011

THE INNER LIFE of STATUES/ Poetry Potluck #19

This week's Poetry Potluck #19, presents the theme of Rules, Regulations, and Laws..make of it what you wish! Let's have some order here!!


A winged female, yellow, ish,
with fragments of cinnabar red
inlaid across her belly,

once a prized belt of virginity,
now a memory of sacrifice
chiseled into her ancient mind,

almost touches the half
human creature beside her,
a satyr in his early days,
not quite as tall
as the guard in the doorway.

Both spit out words
that float like dust mites,
mistaking the guard for a God.

Their hope is to impose
some dignity in the marble hall,
where shifting groups prance through,
clicking along like castanets.

Kind God, sir,
we petition you to hang
a fresco above our heads
to clearly spell out
and impose the rule
of hushed reverence,

in our hallowed wing
of the museum.

@copyright/ all rights reserved/ 2011


Anonymous said...

Quite an interesting write. Thanks. Happy potluck!

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

you have vividly portrayed the female character according to the image...

fabulous writing.
Admirable theme take.


Lyn said...

Hi lynnaima-
Thanks for visiting...and your comment!

Windsmoke. said...

I could just imagine the museum at the stroke of midnight when all the statues come to life and start dancing around the marble floor.

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed the personnification of the statue...creative take on the theme.

joanna said...

filled with truth and beauty, flowing through the ages with the winged angel's silent splendor in the wing of the museum.
Your tapestry of words are well chosen and wove together the beauty of the ancient winged goddess watching in silence the parade of humans and the sounds of clinking castanets along the marble floors ,oh my this is just brilliant -- an exquisite poem The Met would LOVE this poem. I know I do.


Lyn said...

Hi Windsmoke-
I like your vision! Thanks..that could be the next chapter!!

Lyn said...

Hi liv2write2day-
Glad you liked this one..I enjoyed the make-believe!! Thanks...

Lyn said...

Hi joanny-
Thanks so much for your comment...winged goddess, no longer a control freak!! Will definitely dash over to the Met and slip this under the door!!!

dkashi said...


Unknown said...

Long ago, I used to work at the Telfair Museum in Savannah and my favorite thing was standing in the middle of the Rotunda, alone, with huge statues surrounding me and just feeling. You took me back there Lyn, big time!

Lyn said...

Hi dkashi-
Thanks so much for dropping by..

Lyn said...

Hi Jane-
And you really brought me back too..since I was 11 yrs old..standing in the museum and knowing all this was mine!! Lucky us!!

Lyn said...

Hi Jingle-
This was a very rich set many directions to go in..thanks again!

Anonymous said...

Very different, I like it. The idea of statues and their thoughts is an interesting basis for a poem. Well done!

Lyn said...

Hi Jessica-
Thank you..the inner life of those without a voice..intrigues me..

hedgewitch said...

Fascinating to wonder what the thoughts of a statue might be, restricted and confined in form, but perhaps absolutely anything inside. An imaginative and well written piece, Lyn. I really enjoyed it.

Lyn said...

Hi hedgewitch-
My statue seems to be caught up in wanting some sort of respect! Anyway...
Thanks for your comment..glad you liked this!

kolembo said...

Ak! They speak! Enjoyed reading this!

Lyn said...

Hi kenny-
Thanks for dropping least they don't walk...or?????


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