A Still Life - Poem by Meg Harrison
A Still Life
The fruit is on a table in a bowl.
These objects have a special role.
These objects are transformed to a still life,
Which we draw all the fruit before we cut it with a knife.
At thanksgiving the fruit becomes a cornucopia.
There is always a banana,
Covered with grapes draping over the apples and oranges.
Where they are placed I do not think ever changes.
The cornucopia becomes a wonderful centerpiece,
Before we eat all of these
Also we draw all the fruit and they become an artist masterpiece.
After we can take a bite,
If we are done and our art looks right.
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