Silent Scream

I hear the admiring crowd As it stands and looks at me, All connoisseurs clearly proud Of what I'm supposed to be. What fine art it surely is, The strokes of a Master sure, An Iconic masterpiece, Modern Art that's very pure. Bounded by an ornate frame, I'm trapped in desperate straits; Pallid mummy bringing fame, Hammered at humongous rates! But within this sordid gaol I languish in misery, No hope for parole, no bail, Caged in public memory. Oh, how I yearn, how I long To break free these boundaries, Escape to where I belong, To dance among birds and trees . This blightmare swirls of orange, blue With rickety bridge to boot, Gets my mind in funky fugue, My tormentor Munch to shoot! Trapped within this wooden frame With you staring in without, You admire with praise that's lame, I silently Scream and shout! ~ 07 May 2016~ Quatrain with 7 syllables and Rhyme Scheme abab Blue/Fugue - eye rhymes Blightmare - poetic license to combine blighted and nightmare Inspired by "The Scream" By Edvard Munch