My Model Marilyn Monroe
Had some modelling clay, sat thinking what to do!
Make a horse, cat, tree, house or kangaroo,
Nothing seem to appeal, believe me it was confusing!
In the end, I got something very convincing.
Lump of clay, I split into three big pieces!
Shapes of sphere, cone and cylinder fixes,
Joined them to form my model in a row!
Surprisingly it turned to be my Marilyn Monroe.
Suddenly, my blood gushed with motivation!
Got my tender, delicate tools to shape with caution,
Added lumps in front and back in measured proportion!
It was symbolic, really wonderful innovation.
Closed my eyes in imagination!
Injecting the fluid of life to my clay imitation,
Marilyn's beautiful eye lashes fluttered with sensation!
She held my arms and hugged me in emotion.
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I appreciate love, beauty and nature and used this to create my modelling clay Marilyn Monroe.
Comments (2)
Injecting the fluid of life to my clay imitation,
Marilyn's beautiful eye lashes fluttered with sensation!
She held my arms and hugged me in emotion.
Lovely poem...Marilyn was such a blonde beauty...With the face of an angel.