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Three Perspectives on a Henry Moore StatueBy REBECCA TAYLOR
The vivacious, rounded figure smiles seductively at her lover as the curves of her breasts
sparkle playfully.
Her back arched in anticipation,
Each knee stands majestically, exquisitely molded to hold her matronly form.
Her glorious thighs stand widespread, ready for action.
She is strong and beautiful,
Calling her lover to her chamber.
The cut, angled edge sharply contrasts his severed and smooth side. A funny plume on the head, he gives strange cries. What he is saying I do not know. His head is cocked in question, perhaps questioning the reason for this mission. Ready for attack, he tricks himself in his misguided bravery.
Blinding light scorches my squinting eyes.
Afraid to look up, I gather images at quick glances.
Two dark shadows against the light,
Their horizontal surfaces glare white.
No form, no purpose.
Two blobs on a lake. Rebecca Taylor is a fourth-year viola student.
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