rifka rebeccah

Interior Design - Poem by rifka rebeccah

Raphael sketched you last night
sitting next to me on Renoir’s couch.

You fled to the Grecian urn
in hope of eternal recognition,
you said.

A sensitive plant, perched on the shelf,
caught sight of your plight
and entwined its vines behind the scene
where that bird of paradise
promptly plucked the irises from your eyes.

With a sigh of release,
I placed your portrait (facing a mirror)
on the mantlepiece.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

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