Melody
First glance, and second glance, I thought this was a naked sword swallower! Of course it isn't, but I went with that misconception, and titled my poem after the sculpture, Melody, with a few allusions to the words on the plaque, along with plenty of fiction!
No, I’m not a sword swallower,
I swear to you I’m not.
If I were a sword swallower,
I’d dress in apricot.
A flowing dress of satin,
with ruffles at my chin,
hiding all my body,
instead of bare, smooth skin.
No, I’m holding up a bugle,
a call to one and all,
to come and frolic on the sands
beyond the stone seawall.
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Nice take
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