“Nude, Green Leaves and Bust” – Picasso

Breasts like apples topple from her delicate pink skin,  An ear of Corn becomes her hair,  Her eye closed like a crescent moon taking you off to memories of night and loves passion,  Four green clovers dance chaotically, the black incisions return,  A head, a mask, sits ghostly still,  A white marble carving staring forever off stage, future and past and an eternal dream.   The midnight blue river, a screen of privacy.

This entry was published on September 13, 2012 at 7:14 pm. It’s filed under arts, Artwork, Poetry, Tate, Tate Britain, The Arts, Word Art and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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