The National Gallery (London)

sitting
in a corner
I notice pictures
that for years
had been blind to me
exquisite blues and golds
a rainbowed cloak
allusion previously lost on me
of saints and sinners
the Magdalen
in the palest green
sitting on the floor
at the Master's feet
reading the Bible
not yet made
a face of plain appeal
the Florentines battling Siena
a Christ
who looks so tender in his pain
terrified
flat opulent Venetians'
bourgeois malice
then
in the farthest room
a Mary
where have you been my friends
when my eyes could only see
but never notice?



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2008-10-20 at 17:01

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
i think certain things come to us at certain times.
thankfully we never hurt beauty.
2008-10-23


Kathy Lockhart
a beautiful piece of awareness renewed. Artistically delicate and pristine
2008-10-22


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Sometimes we look and never see and other times what we see is a miracle - again you transport me and I seeing these paintings spread out before me :)

Elle x
2008-10-20