Michael's Final Olympics
The Louvre debuted an exhibit today:
Cascading Marbles of Ripples and Folds.
In waves came patrons in trenches to see
what secrets David, the masterpiece, holds;
Each stroke of genius from Michelangelo,
memories written by one fountain pen.
The stories of glory reflected in mirrors,
standing on mantels as sculptures - not men;
Below, the crests are eagerly waiting
to swim with artists whose tributes remind:
Of time, friends, and even love sacrificed,
with hopes that they may be honored in kind.
Immortal cocoons that blossomed to gold,
butterflies all, confident, hold steady,
their backs are pressed with spotlighted silver,
adrenaline flowing now as they ready:
Greek gods embossed with streamed streaks of bronze,
on cliffs of Olympus, peer at the sea;
Then, from the silence, a shrill piercing scream –
Michael Phelps gives chase to one final dream.
8/10/2016
Submitted for Contest: Olympic Mania
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