Africa, My Venus De Milo Poem by Dela Bobobee

Africa, My Venus De Milo



Upon stealing glances at a statue
loved by all even with limbs broken
I know it’s not for grace but virtue
for the beauty of art I have stolen
so If I were a sculptor tools in hand
her missing hands crave to revamp
an art fought for in a far away land
wouldn’t all valiant skills me decamp
for a rough craftsmanship to tarnish
Pygmalion’s love for perfect splendor
but the wish to animate art varnish
in my fervent yearning and candor?
If I sigh not the lack of things I sought
Galatea's life is Africa's darn I fought.

© Dela Bobobee

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Aveyime-Battor, Volta Region, Ghana
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