The Art Fair

I saw her at an art fair,

She passed me in a flash of auburn hair.

I tried to see her again,
But she was the subject of many other women

She was more diverse than any painting
And we left the artwork and gathered around, waiting

Perhaps for some sign she was real

And not a secret the Gods concealed

And as if said God snapped Its mischievous fingers

She was gone! And we stood stunned, in the dust of her.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A great write indeed...Thank you for sharing...:)

[The Pursuit of Venus]

You're welcome! Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)

[annabellee]

that's a really gorgeous poem, it tells a great story. I really enjoyed reading it :)

[The Pursuit of Venus]

Thank you so much!

[annabellee]

you're most welcome :)

[Lady Ra]

Fabulous writing. A very fine poem.

[The Pursuit of Venus]

Thank you very much :)

[Patches I'm not so new anymore.]

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