The portrait
Smiled at night
Talked
To the other
Portraits
Whispering
Glided a shadow
A soldier in armor
Rattled
Annoyed
Without a stir:
At standing stiff
In iron
For long ages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this fantasy that portraits hanging in a museum would talk to each other at night. They have a different but real dialogue with viewers during the day. I have no idea what they would talk about and they will be silent when I'm present. If you have an inkling of their conversation, write another poem. It would be fascinating to eavesdrop!