Art Space

Last week we visited the Yorkshire Sculpture Park and wandered around The Underground Gallery.  There was an exhibition of sculptures by David Smith. I love modern art but for the life of me can never work out what it represents until I read the caption attached to the nearby gallery wall. Even then the language is often so complex that I am sometimes none the wiser. This poem is inspired by this recent visit. 

Art Space

One by one they pass by
Circling the welded iron puzzles
Scratching heads, quizzical frowns
Knowing looks, a few little sniggers
Echoing in the white walled temple
Wise ones watch on knowingly
Stirred by insights hidden
Beneath the mystery of art itself 
Hanging on adjacent walls
Language poetic and pithy
Aim to educate the bewildered
Making sense of what
Some see as nonsense
Harbouring a need to fulfil
The hunger for justification
An explanation to unravel
The mystical masterpiece.

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