Hi Frank,
Canny narrative, canny paced poem!
Writes Bob who's just been to Prague where there's more than 100 fibreglass
statues of cows in the city centre! They're amazing! Different colours,
different designs, delightful! And then, when there's one you really like,
and you go back the following day to look at it again, it's been moved -and
another one's there instead!
Bob
Who knows this piece is more about "moovement" than cows but who just
thought he'd mention why he's not been around!


>From: Frank <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: sub - gallery visit
>Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2004 22:03:01 +1000
>
>A story piece, pursuant to recent discussion.
>
>Cheers,
>
>
>Frank
>
>~~~~~~~~~
>gallery visit
>
>it's a free day
>cloudy and cold
>and for something to do
>the art gallery calls
>
>in this little town
>the gallery is a badge of sorts
>it stands for civic pride
>and a claim towards a cultural depth
>otherwise largely invisible
>
>at the entrance is a sculpted cow
>they call this moooving art
>and have placed multi-coloured bovines
>everywhere
>from parklands to streets
>
>they even appear on hind legs
>playing football and other sports
>the alternative form of cultural activity in town
>
>~
>
>the couple walks arm in arm
>past the entry cow
>through the foyer of aboriginal designs
>and motifs and objects
>
>he stands close behind her
>to see what she sees
>rests his chin
>on her shoulder
>while she leans her face to touch his
>almost
>they share the same vision
>
>they seem in a light mood
>no matter the exhibit
>ceramics and pottery
>paintings on clean walls
>
>he is taking odd spaced steps
>almost latin
>but really just playing the fool
>amused by his own happiness
>
>she is nowhere to be seen
>
>wait
>
>there
>
>a shadow behind a pillar reveals her
>peeping at him
>waiting to see
>if he'll notice her hiding there
>or stay self-absorbed
>eventually he sees her
>laughs
>
>they are holding hands
>and their fingers are never still
>twining
>untwining
>they touch each other all the time
>as though touch is a unique thing
>a gift perhaps
>only they share
>
>in front of the black-on-white
>fired plates and pots
>beneath the security camera
>strategically positioned to see all
>they embrace
>kiss
>
>there is art
>treasure
>within these eyes
>to rival the more ostentatious displays
>that surround them
>
>~
>
>he is studying a small object
>something terra cotta
>she is behind him
>
>he shivers when he feels her breath
>on his ear
>
>she takes the lobe
>inside her mouth
>to suckle
>
>draws a breath
>as she flits away
>
>step-slides in slow pursuit
>
>they kiss
>again
>to conclude their tour
>of the gallery
>
>in early afternoon
>they're ready now
>to return home
>
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>
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