This week we are tackling poetry about other forms of art. A great example is Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats. Here’s my offering.
The Persistance of Memory.
Salvador Dali.
I don’t understand what I’m looking at
But it has me completely in its thrall.
A clock draped over the branch of a tree.
Another one is melting down a wall.
Is that your face in the middle of this?
I see an eye, a nose and a moustache.
Off in the distance a cliff and a beach.
A shore where the real and the surreal clash
I don’t understand what I’m looking at.
But know that I’m completely mesmerised.
You have awoken something inside me
And I walk away from this energised.
Munkus Bubbly 