THE INSIDE STORY!
It’s Monday, the day almost every museum in the world is closed to the public. If you’ve ever wondered what goes on behind those gated doors on Mondays, there’s a delightful poem by Marilyn Donnelly that gives the inside story —
If I knew how to collage photos here on WordPress, I would make it easy for you. But I don’t; and so I’m sending you on a kind of scavenger hunt instead. Do the work, click the links, it’s your own Monday morning treasure hunt, and you’ll be able to follow along with the poem (and the people enjoying their day off) as it unfolds. Here goes:
On Mondays when the museums are closed
and a handful of guards
look the other way
or read their newspapers
all of the figures
step out of golden frames
to stroll the quiet halls
or visit among old friends.
to trade secrets
with the languid odalisques of Matisse
while sturdy Rembrandt men
shake the dust
from their velvet tams
and talk shop.
Voluptuous Renoir women
take their rosy children by the hand
to the water fountains
where they gossip
while eating Cezanne’s luscious red apples.
Even Van Gogh
in his tattered yellow straw hat
seems almost happy
on Mondays when the museums are closed.
“On Mondays” by Marilyn Donnelly, from Coda. © Autumn House Press, 2010.