In a gallery, did you ever fall
Into a picture? I did yesterday
One of the most famous by Constable
Larger than I expected. It's The Hay
Wain (a cart of hay slowly makes its way
Across the River Stour). As I looked, gripped
My eyes feasting, I couldn't move away
I could have stayed all day. Felt like I'd tripped
In mind and body, drinking detail slapped
Or stroked on to the canvas. The footfall
And brief comments of others seemed to say
Ah yes, the Hay Wain. Next. Gallery-sapped
They trudged on, once-gallant warriors, enthralled
No more, now traumatised by each display
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