My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Open a new door with me
Paris
a sunny day
we strolled hand in hand
to the Musée Rodin
passed through doors
to explore
marble skin
and burnished bronze bones
bathed in dust speckled bars of light
wandered into a garden of statues
planted among shrubs and flowers
along a path
to the Gates of Hell
the miniature world
of Rodin’s art
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on http://www.musee-rodin.fr/en/museum/musee-rodin-paris/sculpture-garden
writing in north norfolk 
Lovely! There’s a Rodin museum (and garden) in Philadelphia, too. It’s on the Paris-influenced Parkway. 🙂
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bathed in dust speckled bars of light…. wow, love that phrase and the whole lovely poem
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Thank you:)
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oooooh….relishing my morning cup and then to be transported back in time and place….to Paris and this wonderful museum. Have been there many years ago and it was magical! And you’ve brought me back oh so beautifully! Especially love these words:
“to explore marble skin
and burnished bronze bones
bathed in dust speckled bars of light”
This is really a wonderful response to the prompt! So glad you had time to post — and enjoy your time in Vienna! 🙂
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Thank you Lillian! We picked up my daughter’s wedding dress this morning – she looked so beautiful when she tried it on. I’m looking forward to Vienna (Hundertwasser House, the Belvedere again for Klimt and other museums for Schiele et al, but the highlight of this year will be 30th May, her wedding day.
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I’ve been to Vienna – the Hunderwasser House was so wonderful – I shall need to get the book out that I purchased there! And sitting here in my study, I look to the right and on the wall is a very huge print of Klimt’s that we bought there and had framed when we lived in Iowa – oh so long ago. It’s of a mother with her dark curly haired child snuggling into her chest – it just exudes motherly love. I believe it may be “part” of a larger work? Ah Vienna! We must get back there!! Enjoy!!
And yes – your daughter’s wedding will be etched in your memory for years to come. A line from Fiddler on the Roof when he sees his daughter in her wedding dress: “I don’t remember getting older. When did she?”
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What a lovely post. How I wished I’d be able to visit that museum, walk along its halls and right through its doors. 🙂
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It’s well worth visiting 😊
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Incredible beauty within this sparse batch of wonderful words & images; like the others you had me at //bathed in speckled bars of light/ as microbes & particles of dust dance in the hot rays.
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Thanks Glenn. It was a strange experience, having only ever heard of the Gates of Hell, to see them up close and to find out that some of Rodin’s larger works are on them in smaller versions. It’s an amazing museum and there were dust motes dancing in the rays of sunlight! I wrote a poem while we were there but I couldn’t find it.
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Nice alliteration “burnished bronze bones” – which carries right to next line. Well written.
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Thank you kindly 😊
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This is soo beautiful ❤ I felt like I was there with you 🙂
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Lovely stroll with you and Rodin. We had a Rodin exhibit here many years ago–quite an experience.
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This spills like a mosaic, a patching together of art. Wonderful.
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Thank you, De! By the way, I think I’ve found out how to turn off predictive text on my Kindle!
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Lovely poem
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Thank you.
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Wow, I would love to visit the museum someday ~ I specially admire:
marble skin
and burnished bronze bones
bathed in dust speckled bars of light
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Thank you, Grace 🙂
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LiFe of liGht
Art of Hell..
Dark SoUl
of Night
Door to liGht
liFe’s Serpent..
Reptilian BRaiN
Lives for Balance..
Fearless Love.. heARt’s
SpiRiT SinGs a Balance
MiNd and BoDy SoUl FReED..:)
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