The Portrait Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Portrait



The portrait
Smiled at night
Talked
To the other
Portraits
Whispering

Glided a shadow

A soldier in armor
Rattled
Annoyed
Without a stir:
At standing stiff
In iron
For long ages

Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: awakening
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 19 August 2014

i like this fantasy that portraits hanging in a museum would talk to each other at night. They have a different but real dialogue with viewers during the day. I have no idea what they would talk about and they will be silent when I'm present. If you have an inkling of their conversation, write another poem. It would be fascinating to eavesdrop!

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