THE FOURTH PLINTH 

It's a fourth plinth we'd climb
to leave our signature,
underwrite art's take on time

Live po
open to critical conjecture,
it's a fourth plinth we'd climb

Shaping the dark and sublime,
see history mature
underwrite art's take on time

Acting roles in words or mime,
peasant or epicure,
it's a fourth plinth we'd climb

Come the creative mind to prime,
may its home truths endure
underwite art's take on time

Where obscured by dust or grime,
wipe passing clouds clear;
it's a fourth plinth we's climb,
underwrite art's take on time

Copyright R. N. Taber 2009

[Note: This poem is a villanelle].