They lust and slaver,

Oohed and aahed,

prestigious piece,

held with regard.

 

Stepping back,

to take it in,

I’m at a loss,

where to begin.

 

What it means –

can but surmise,

the Emperor’s clothes,

to a child’s eyes.

 

But still they come,

to worship it,

priceless pap,

elitist crit.

 

Decadent daubs,

and senseless scribble,

visual vomit,

verbal drivel.

 

Pretentious, pointless,

beholding eye,

meaningless,

to all but thy.

 

© Elephant in the Room 26.01.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Child painting (Photo credit: magnusfranklin)