M C Escher and His Art
giant worm infestation in my mind tonight
climbing up, simultaneously climbing down
engineering side rivaling artistic relief
bubbly puffy grayscale creatures
sectioned in rounded compartments
their fat butts showing, striped and round
climbing up and climbing down
In two’s and three’s they make the fabricated climb
lizard-like, but no, more rounded, more like worms with tails
drawn by Escher fine, his artistry so precise, it sails….
Rounded doorways in grayscale walls, lead to nowhere fast.
None of these creatures elongated or tall, their fate is clearly cast.
They’ll parade around in my mind tonight when I should sleep.
M.C. Escher, your mind was clearly out of sight; your legacy so deep.
Climbing up, climbing down.
I will dream of these worms around and round.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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