The Naked Ladies are part of a statue installation on water cascade in the gardens of York House, Twickenham, Middlesex, England.

The Naked Ladies

You'd think those old girls
would get tired of splashing
around in the same pond
for a hundred years.

You'd think they'd worry
that their marble white skin
would be burned after decades
under the occasional English sun.

Certainly their majestic steeds
look a little restless,
like they wouldn't mind
an evening gallop or a meadow to graze.

But they don't ever tire,
they frolic and climb and jump
like it was the first day of summer,
like everyday was the first day of summer

And if you really think about it,
if their slender perfect fingers never wrinkle
how exactly would they know
when it was time to get out?

Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2009-07-10 at 07:49

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I missed this Rap! I really liked it's cute view from afar! Reminded me somewhat of John keats poem, an ode to a grecian vase...the ladies are forever frollicking, and I love your final line observation.

Smiling at you


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