The Body

by Rob Stuart

After the painting ‘The Origin of the World’ by Gustave Courbet

Sheet pulled up over your arms and your head,
Thighs open wide and pudendum on show,
I can’t help thinking you look like you’re dead.

Maybe the way that you’re sprawled on the bed
Conjures this sense of forensic photo.
Sheet pulled up over your arms and your head,

Your private parts are quite shamelessly spread-
Living girls rarely deport themselves so.
I can’t help thinking you look like you’re dead.

Scholars will say that I’ve simply misread
Details of technique and content, although,
Sheet pulled up over your arms and your head,

You seem to mutely confirm all I’ve said.
Whether folk scoff or are simpatico,
I can’t help thinking you look like you’re dead.

An everywoman, identity shed,
Modelling utterly incognito,
Sheet pulled up over your arms and your head,
I can’t help thinking you look like you’re dead.

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Rob Stuart currently works as a lecturer in London and has previously written screenplays for a number of award-winning short films and comedy sketches for various BBC television and radio programmes. He has written poetry since adolescence and has his first published work featured in the forthcoming September issue of Lighten Up Online.

The Body © 2011 by Rob Stuart

 

 
     
     

 

 



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