Pallettes of Herself

Dark glowing eyes, a hazel bun, well tucked and neat. Lips curve like shells in porcelain, Awaiting to express, her brave conduct That I could sense audacity, back when Ladies bowed to men, such common duty. Yet she possessed an ardent fire, heated by graphic flair; sultrily chaste to be among lords of glory. Oh, brushes red Spill on fabric; If I could but explore Her sprezzatura dripping lush oil, while I breathe her strokes. My heart needs not of more from galleries that hide a face beguiled. My own dark eyes will memorize her hands, Sprayed by palettes of brilliant renaissance. ----------------- *sprezzatura—an intricate display of elegance and wit—with a bold flourish. *~ Though all of Anguissola’s self-portraits reflect her dignified essence, her work, "Sophonisba Angusola virgo seipsam fecit 1554", mirrors her deep desire to blaze a new trail in the world of arts and new feminism. I looked into her eyes and they spoke of some smouldering need to fulfil her destiny as a self-possessed, creative woman way ahead of her time when male artists ruled during the Renaissance. ~ Sofonisba Anguisolla: A Contemporary Sonnet For A Renaissance Woman... Contest ~Sponsor: Cyndi Mac Millan ~Poet: nette onclaud