Stealing The Scream Poem by Monica Youn

Stealing The Scream

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It was hardly a high-tech operation, stealing The Scream.
That we know for certain, and what was left behind-
a store-bought ladder, a broken window,
and fifty-one seconds of videotape, abstract as an overture.
And the rest? We don't know. But we can envision
moonlight coming in through the broken window,
casting a bright shape over everything- the paintings,
the floor tiles, the velvet ropes: a single, sharp-edged pattern;
the figure's fixed hysteria rendered suddenly ironic
by the fact of something happening; houses
clapping a thousand shingle hands to shocked cheeks
along the road from Oslo to Asgardstrand;
the guards rushing in- too late!- greeted only
by the gap-toothed smirk of the museum walls;
and dangling from the picture wire like a baited hook,
a postcard: 'Thanks for the poor security.'
The policemen, lost as tourists, stand whispering
in the galleries: '. . .but what does it all mean?'
Someone has the answers, someone who, grasping the frame,
saw his sun-red face reflected in that familiar boiling sky.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ramesh Rai 10 August 2016

Beautiful write with highest degree of submission. Cordially invite you to read my poem 'The Highest Degree'. Regards.10+++++

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