Throughout the ages artists
have harked back to earlier times.
Vast scenes of gods and goddesses
epic battles, resplendent kings.
Renaissance gave us the classical
in extravagant proportions
focused on the human form
in unlikely combinations
surrounded by flying cherubim –
more naked flesh than we would wish
exposed in improbable contortions.
Impressions of reality cajoled me
and then they went surreal, abstract,
cubist, fauvist, weird, and lost me.
Michaelangelo’s David, image from Wikipedia
Abhra at dVerse Poets’ Pub has us talking about history in art. My poem is more a brief history of art, but you get the idea.