Grecian Design Poem by Fay Slimm

When after so long in the standing and being exposed to curious
lone passers-by,
eyed closely and rudely touched by would-be purchasers,
her white, stone-cold
statued composurewill now while away pleasant hours
as she surveys
a more welcoming place.

Brave nudity, so finelychiselled into lithe female shape
will from this day
face half-hidden seclusion, while she reflectively muses
over forsythias
and smiles
as she looks on the pool.

Her grandeur enhanced with fake olde-worldly charm
will add to
mysterious aspects
in my miniscule landscape,
as smooth skinned, her noble arm raised she will, unafraid
of baring her all,
parade her dignified hard-hearted finery, ancient
replica of proud
pseudo-Grecian design
in semi-solitude.

The picture completed will need another stone hero,
and he who
was barely left behind waits not in vain,
he who seemed
to look strained and almost leaning forward,
as if to catch sight of his goddess
as she was taken,
will be mine.

The night will soon fall on duel rock-garden lovers
in pseudo-marbled
garden design
because he too, tall, and hard-muscled,
handsome Greek god
will arrive and stand stony together with ivory white lady
to grace this
Olympus of mine.