Poem # 2 A magical Poem

Today I went to see the Pre-Raphaelite exhibition at the Art Gallery of New South Wales, title " Poetry of Drawing". It occured to me that 'poetry' in its essential sense is the raison d'etre of art. What the artist seeks to convey is that beautiful truth, in whatever the chosen medium, be it painting, sculpture, moving visual media, whatever medium is chosen.

I also thought about the synthesis across the arts, the Pre-Raphaelites were influenced by Romantic literature to create their visual images. These images consequently influenced the subsequent rise of the genre of Fantasy literature, now the biggest selling sub section of publishing. This writing in its turn has generated more visual images, and most likely the wheel will continue to turn.

In the spirit of Fantasy and Romanticism I offer the following poem:

A Magical Poem

Begone bad Princess!
You have no hold over me,
once you had emasculated me
your hold was gone.
Try not your siren spells with me,
I see not a magical beauty, but clearly
an ugly truth
that you will consume me
piece by piece,
flesh and spirit both,
and enjoy the ripping
asunder, until I am
tasted,chewed, and
digested.