• Tall and pale and proud
    I model here for you
    when you manipulate
    and recreate
    my silhouette of oak,
    I form a scene
    for your brush and hand
    as a puppet of your bidding.
    A blank stare
    from my featureless face,
    and you create an original piece,
    of a copy of my image.
    You move the light
    from my artificial sun
    and my shadows expand,
    casting themselves across the surface
    of the stage I inhabit,
    as a thespian of sorts.
    But now my job is done
    and you put me back away
    to create another masterpiece
    on another day.