Still Life

03/02/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation



I sat on the bench,

It’s soft cushions such comfort

After a long trek

Through the years gone by

From Bellini to Bronzino –

The portraits standing tall,

The landscapes sweeping.



Parents trying to show their children

The masters of art new and old,

As their sprogs cast bored eyes

Over pieces worth a pretty penny

But which don’t do anything

And cannot hold the attention

Of the young film generation.



Old couples contemplate modern works

Turning their heads quizzically,

Trying to understand the abstract forms

Of random shapes and lines

With colours clashing and jarring

Discussing the subtle meaning

Of indiscriminate images.



But here I sit, still and unmoving,

Lost in thought

As the hues wash over me,

Transporting me

And capturing me

With nothing more than a chair

Or a vase with fifteen sunflowers.