November Rhyme #13

OK, this is a fridge door poem I made earlier, but since the object it describes is once again being exhibited I’m passing it off as done today

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As for Living III, by Penny Ryan. Photo by Kate Scott

Rhyme # 13: Piece in an exhibition
A broken ribcage from some broken
evolutionary line?
But these  aren’t bones – too glibly spoken!
That’s no knotted ridge of spine.
This work displayed in art school stairway
is not by some apprentice Yahweh,
nor did the wondrous Burgess Shale
a woven life like this unveil.
And yet it speaks of some great sorrow,
something beautiful that’s lost,
A world bereft, left with a ghost.
Perhaps a warning for tomorrow
unless we act, lives we hold dear
will be as if they never were.

3 responses to “November Rhyme #13

  1. Love the photo as well

  2. Oh,Jonathan,please cheer up.I agree but the whole scene is getting me down,,and I’m older’n you.Big hug never-the-less.I am enjoying your November rhymes.Anne Bell (didn’t know I am still around,did you?

    • Hi Anne. What a wonderful surprise! A big hug right back at you. Your ‘Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered’ print hangs just inside my front door and stops me from ever becoming too gloomy.