after Carla D’Aguanno
Drawn to false sheen, you were
captured by wrongness, couldn’t
look up from the lie.
No little girl wears a dress
into a hayloft, not unless she wants
it torn. What could she want there,
anyway?
Unless it is forbidden,
a pitchfork is boring, those walls
too shiny to be real.
Why pray here, except to beg
for grace?
2 comments:
Whereas this one feels a little forced, no steam driving the engine yet the train glides on the rails a bit with momentum.
Yeah, I know, I feel it, too...I think the thing that was off is that I had an idea in mind rather than just responding to a work of art...I feel the painting itself is forced, but there was something I wanted to say...there's something lacking in this one.
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