Wednesday, August 21, 2019


Being fitted for a new look, I once saw her;
iron scaffolding leaned against her,
faƧade: brushes daubing a brightness to her,
and all the while, she was quietly peeping
through the bustle admiring the flowering
trees in Memorial Park.

Royal. please address her.
The Royal Victoria Institute
(National Museum and Art Gallery)
Port of Spain, Trinidad, that's her.

History lurks within shadows of her
cramped space and labels file her:
amerindian, Cazabon, bones, folklore.
Visiting footsteps and gapes remain within her
adding richness of legacy and heritage to her.
MUSEUM © gillena cox 2019

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