A Museum's Disconnect Poem by james watkin

A Museum's Disconnect



This of a blurred sheered passing, draped
As in a disgust
Of whom, afar stood. Putting God to shame.
Her sculptor, I trust!

Upon nude art, with more respect
Is a body thrown
Of finer attentions. Must be the marble!
Pure Greek; bright shown.

Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: girl,art
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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