Ruins

By seannelson

Fri, 01 May 2026
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Ozymandias and brick walls covered in green ivy,

restaurant robots carrying cups of cappuccino coffee;

the painter outside captures the face of Apollo,

as those who pass by note his charismatic glow;

the werewolves are asleep and the shadows underground,

ghosts pass by in dapper disguise, searching for the sound.

Certificate U
Poem

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I had to look up Ozymandias, found out it's a sonnet by Percy Bysshe Shelley. Reflecting the impermanence of power that ruined the statue of Pharaoh Ramesses 11.

I could just imagine your poem like a painting of people going about their business. The painter at his creative leisure. Only I wasn't sure of the meaning behind the last two lines:  

But I was fascinated and enjoyed reading.

Jenny.