The Battle of The Mona Lisa

I faced a great battle to get the best picture

The Louvre maze

Going through the endless halls is a haze

Tourists taking pictures, and some video taping

Endless faces observing the art with mouths gaping

I see signs to reach to the lady

I follow them with my camera ready

Yet they lead to no where

Just to add to my despair

Where is miss Mona Lisa

This historical diva

She is not with religious paintings

Or with old oil stains

She has to be somewhere

Maybe over there

Where the tourists gather together

With cameras around their neck tethered

I push my way into the crowd

Seeing the glimpses as I charged ploughing

To get my one picture

As with my advance the crowd gets thicker

I push and I shove

As I dodge an elbow above

I weave and I slither

As the Mona Lisa comes hither

My one chance

To take a picture with this advance

I turn around and take a selfi

Now just feeling lucky

I make a silent cheer of victory

And I send my silent valedictory

In end I can't find a solid route

But yet I make my way out

Author's Note

Based on a true story

Reviews

[JSmith0612]

I am no master at poetry by no means. Fiction writing is more my area to critique in depth but I will leave a few comments. You expressed the experience quite, quite nicely. For someone who is an art nut, they could surely relate to the giddy joy you expressed at coming across the historic lady. The poem overall has a nice structure and a nice flow to it. Really well done.