A simple stolen moment's blessing,
At rest, a portrait made in honesty.
The maid frozen, in stances freeze,
Is she a silent expression, of an artistic
Hand, placed upon the canvas.
Released to splash, the spectrum's
Palate array, yielding to the artist's
Vision, of it's creator, the brush
Touches the blank white sheet,
On it's easel stand.
The painter lightly strokes,
Imaginations inner ego, to
Achieve perfections illusion.
Exposing truths reality, and
Giving it a life like quality.
Within it's four sided squared frame,
The slave receives liberation’s
Liberty, beyond the paint and brush.
Ages wisdom, adds a sense of clarity's
Realism, into the ebony lady's eyes.
The kitchen maid, sitting amongst the tools
Of her trade, has a distant far off
Gaze, towards freedoms dream.
Daily toils and troubles, for a split
Second are forgotten, just a stillness
In a picture of silence, does she recline
At ease, at last.
A humble peace resides, in the beauty
Of this woman, captured by a master's
Two spirits united, welcome to the world,
My creation of inspiration.
The artist lays down her mighty
Instrument, the brush now lies at rest.
Proudly, she smiles at the ebony lady,
Held within the stilled pose,
In admiration's gallery,
Behold the portrait.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN