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The Benefit of Hindsight
I recently encountered some difficulties[/font][/font]
when attempting to sculpt a lion in flight [/font][/font]
my focus becoming firmly fixed [/font][/font]
on a lasting impression of the noble beast's tail[/font][/font]
seen disappearing at speed [/font][/font]
from beneath the canvas hide[/font][/font]
I am now confounded [/font][/font]
that in whatever fashion [/font][/font]
my work has sought to recapture and preserve [/font][/font]
one faithful likeness to the moment[/font][/font]
the rigid nature of his appendage [/font][/font]
bears always (in my own mind at least) [/font][/font]
a striking resemblance [/font][/font]
to a tufted mop [/font][/font]
inserted and wedged [/font][/font]
resolutely into the fleeing animal's backside, [/font][/font]
the protruding angle [/font][/font]
seemingly both remarkable [/font][/font]
and without doubt unspeakably painful[/font][/font]
for the creature I am obliged to regard eternally [/font][/font]
in a somewhat pitiful light
[/font][/font]I had hoped to convey [/font][/font]
true regal expression[/font][/font]
reflected in a countenance [/font][/font]
befitting of nobility[/font][/font]
but he invariably adopts [/font][/font]
a somewhat hapless guise [/font][/font]
ranging in turn from abject surprise [/font][/font]
to one of unexplained fury [/font][/font]
and more frequently [/font][/font]
a degree of consternation [/font][/font]
normally never associated [/font][/font]
with predators of any known description[/font][/font]
I am certain, [/font][/font]
had I added a simple crown [/font][/font]
to the lion's head [/font][/font]
it would have slipped quickly [/font][/font]
to a rakish position, [/font][/font]
while his hindquarters [/font][/font]
might have commenced [/font][/font]
a rhythmical mopping [/font][/font]
of the jungle floor[/font][/font]
With the benefit of hindsight[/font][/font]
I do admit[/font][/font]
the spectacle of Leo [/font][/font]
bounding off into the distance,[/font][/font]
equipped thus [/font][/font]
must surely cause [/font][/font]
even the most timid grazing zebra [/font][/font]
to collapse[/font][/font]
in bouts of uncontrollable mirth[/font][/font]
when attempting to sculpt a lion in flight [/font][/font]
my focus becoming firmly fixed [/font][/font]
on a lasting impression of the noble beast's tail[/font][/font]
seen disappearing at speed [/font][/font]
from beneath the canvas hide[/font][/font]
I am now confounded [/font][/font]
that in whatever fashion [/font][/font]
my work has sought to recapture and preserve [/font][/font]
one faithful likeness to the moment[/font][/font]
the rigid nature of his appendage [/font][/font]
bears always (in my own mind at least) [/font][/font]
a striking resemblance [/font][/font]
to a tufted mop [/font][/font]
inserted and wedged [/font][/font]
resolutely into the fleeing animal's backside, [/font][/font]
the protruding angle [/font][/font]
seemingly both remarkable [/font][/font]
and without doubt unspeakably painful[/font][/font]
for the creature I am obliged to regard eternally [/font][/font]
in a somewhat pitiful light
[/font][/font]I had hoped to convey [/font][/font]
true regal expression[/font][/font]
reflected in a countenance [/font][/font]
befitting of nobility[/font][/font]
but he invariably adopts [/font][/font]
a somewhat hapless guise [/font][/font]
ranging in turn from abject surprise [/font][/font]
to one of unexplained fury [/font][/font]
and more frequently [/font][/font]
a degree of consternation [/font][/font]
normally never associated [/font][/font]
with predators of any known description[/font][/font]
I am certain, [/font][/font]
had I added a simple crown [/font][/font]
to the lion's head [/font][/font]
it would have slipped quickly [/font][/font]
to a rakish position, [/font][/font]
while his hindquarters [/font][/font]
might have commenced [/font][/font]
a rhythmical mopping [/font][/font]
of the jungle floor[/font][/font]
With the benefit of hindsight[/font][/font]
I do admit[/font][/font]
the spectacle of Leo [/font][/font]
bounding off into the distance,[/font][/font]
equipped thus [/font][/font]
must surely cause [/font][/font]
even the most timid grazing zebra [/font][/font]
to collapse[/font][/font]
in bouts of uncontrollable mirth[/font][/font]
Published 17th Mar 2011
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the hilarity of this poem. I refuse to describe my current state because of it, but thank you. Thank you for this. :)
Glad to know someone else appreciates my quirky sense of humour - I can never keep a straight face whenever I pass the statue.
Thanks for stopping by, Jolais.
Best ~ Abra
Thanks for stopping by, Jolais.
Best ~ Abra
