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Source:
Adults
Author:
Claire Askew
Title:
Striving Muse
Her portrait still hangs in the halls of my head;
a passable likeness of love, long-time dead -
a flat-canvas copy of beauty unclassed;
we stand side-by-side here, your first and your last.
Aphrodite and Venus, she stands as you Muse;
she's the brush that you paint with, the colours you choose -
and I, like Athena, am captured in grey;
only once, insubstantial, and folded away.
So close on your concious her fingers have clutched;
yet never once have I your canvasses touched -
wherever I look now, my eyes she arrests;
once-upon Mona Lisa - our permanent guest.
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