The model


So I sit here completely naked and cold

In front of this art class of men young and old

Trying hard not to feel awkward at all

I shiver a bit on the stool that’s too small

Hearing the pencils  drawing my curves

I am smiling away what is left of my nerves

Someone is coughing, but no body speaks

A chair’s loudly moved and the door slightly shreeks

Alone with twenty four eyes watching me

From nine till eleven in my nudity

And then thank heaven it is time for their break

I  secretly look what it is that they make

Twelve sheets of paper all showing my figure of speech:

Three cubics, two circles and a triangle each…



Comments on: "The model" (13)

  1. This made me laugh out loud, Ina; what a great way to start the day. Really enjoyed it – thank you!

  2. belfastdavid said:


    Now I am tempted to start learning to draw!! 🙂

  3. Ina, thank you for dropping in on Poetic License. I would love to feature this poem of yours in either the December Poetic License or as a featured poem in the month of April for Poetry Month. Let me know as this is a very humorous poem and it would make a great addition to my site’s growing poetry contributions.

  4. Great insight from someone who has been there. I loved it.

  5. Thanks timkeen, well it was just that one time! 🙂

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