Tuesday, March 1, 2011

as in Rome...


Angels descend on Noah’s Ark
while Curious George gets shot
out of a circus canon. The
man in the yellow hat rescues
him again from disaster.  The
boy’s steel blue eyes, coupled
 with an ingenuous smile seem
bent on pursuing salvation on
the edge of a crumbling abyss.

The Christians give him a dollar
and he waits for his turn to
to be thrown to the lions. They
promise the moon but instead
deliver fables and myths that
soothe him briefly. Eight chairs
and a fly on the wall are not
 enough to save him from the
 hungry beasts sniffing at his heels.

At first the clamor of the
 bloodthirsty mob frightens him.
His eyes grow dark, his brow
furrowed. Then he tires of the
 noise and lies down, plunging
 into deep sleep. Let him have
 this peace for now.  Even if he
 wakes to more danger his
fitful slumber offers the only
escape he knows. 

photo and text©Rhonda Prince, 2011

1 comment:

  1. an exquisite photo and a brilliant poem! thank you!

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