Inventor Poem by Tom Billsborough
Inventor
Yes, the polyvinyl statue was his queen:
The last perfection of his passive dreams
To be the composite of all the virtues
Ever known or learnt. At last complete!
A highly polished virgin cast within this room,
This swaddled studio, the birthplace of his doom.
'We cannot let her multiply, my friend.
I must destroy the mould! '
Sadly he died before it met its end.
Yes, the polyvinyl statue was his queen,
For which a hundred models gave their glands,
Their bones, a sulky smile, the blonde cascading locks,
An over-rigid pose
And other features best described in prose.
I had no wish to immolate the mould,
Since many hundred copies sold
Would pay for my retirement..
My passive queen... so innocent..
My source of wealth untold!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/11/2024 8:36:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a finely-told tale of creation, a subsequent disregard for the creator's wish, and the income a silly statue can create! the part about the 'glands' intrigued me; i shall not insist on understanding it. some favorite lines: I had no wish to immolate the mould, Since many hundred copies sold Would pay for my retirement.. My passive queen... so innocent.. My source of wealth untold! and A highly polished virgin cast within this room, This swaddled studio, the birthplace of his doom...........did the artist die at the hands of a selfish friend or relative? to MyPoemList. and maybe April's showcase, if i remember and you concur. bri :)
Bri Please include in April, if you like. This poem was written several years ago, one of the few I decided not to bin, so I must have liked it myself. Thanks for your comment