My Afternoon at the Art Gallery

The portraits, startling presences
staring down from the 17th century
abundance, praise and pride
is nothing certain but for now
they must be knowing
they’re ephemeral, as fruit and tea.

pomegranate poem flowing softly to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

3 responses to “My Afternoon at the Art Gallery”

  1. The brilliance and brevity of this piece shine! Superbly written. Thank you for joining in.

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    1. High praise, thank you!

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      1. You’re welcome!

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