What should I put in my Still Life?
Not banjos or guitars,
Chianti bottles, samovars,
and through the open window there
some idyll to be seen.
No, pull the curtains, draw the blinds,
then slam the shutters shut.
Now fix them fast to wall and frame,
keep out the wind that blows.
Set on the boards the meanest fare;
no frills of sumptuous art or crafts
except a cross or crucifix
should be included there;
some water and a wholesome loaf
and something that will symbolise
the shadow cast by man.
This is my contribution for today to Writers Island's NATIONAL POETRY's Free Writing Month.
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