The Artist

The Artist

A Poem by BetanuZwei

Beautiful, in this morning glow.

On the floor are scattered shards of pure light,

maybe glass, or water.

On the sheets, rose petal red

painting flowers damasked and stinking,

sweet and sour.

I'm like a magpie, clutching

the glistening metal, my Excalibur.

The microwave detracts slightly

from the work of a genius.

But look,

here is the masterpiece,

made up to the nines, movie star,

only silent,

Marilyn.

© 2011 BetanuZwei


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

74 Views
Added on February 1, 2011
Last Updated on February 1, 2011

Author

BetanuZwei
BetanuZwei

United Kingdom



About
My name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..

Writing
Stuck Stuck

A Poem by BetanuZwei


Ghost Ghost

A Poem by BetanuZwei


Seaside Seaside

A Story by BetanuZwei