Reclining Nude Poem by Martin Ward

Reclining Nude



Reclining Nude
(1949)

She is so beautiful.
Lying there
in nonchalant pose,
apparently at ease.

He has chosen
how we should see her:
hints of desired depths,
tantalising our eyes.

Her perfect form
in pigments,
seemingly close
to human touch.

I wonder if she lives,
or if an old woman
somewhere remembers
a day, a time long gone.

Sunday, November 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Martin Ward

Martin Ward

Derby, Derbyshire
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