At the Speed
I slowed for the
Christian icons/
the saints that
lorded themselves
before me/
Rembrandt/
Van Dyck/
mischievous Dutch
masters painting
bare forearms
and other pro-
miscuous sites
meant to amuse
(arouse?) me/
Gainsborough
taking captive
English gentry/
forever staring
from their gilded
framed cells/ tells
of their place/
sharing like fates/
to remind me
(& my kind)
of mine
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Again you wow me with your ability to translate the “ordinary” into a statement about the religious/political – though an argument could be made there’s nothing ordinary about the Dutch masters. Still, it’s a joy watching your observation in this piece unfold.
Love the sounds play of mischievous and promiscuous.
I like the way this flows
Beautifully done!
Clever poem!
I especially like “gilded framed cells” and “promiscuous sites”.
Thanks everyone. this is a slight revision:
I slowed for the
Christian icons/
the saints lording
before me/
Rembrandt/
Van Dyck/
mischievous Dutch
masters painting
bare forearms
and other pro-
miscuous sites
meant to amuse
(arouse?) me/
Gainsborough
taking captive
English gentry/
forever staring
from their gilded
framed cells/ tells
of their place/
sharing like fates/
to remind me
(& my kind)
of mine