A poem in honor of a renaissance woman painter named Sofonisba Anguissola. I appreciate so much her great work.
In stillness of her spirit she sits there
with all her prowess she manipulates.
Her fingers’ ripples in coldest water
replenish mind and soul that ruminates.
Playing in nocturne, she’s being witnessed
by her governess . The simplicity...
Her portraits that adduce virtues she possessed -
laconic and clear view of chastity.
Oh, renaissance woman, you shine on top,
as you incandesce in mind love of arts!
You’re a czar bringing our decorum up-
women’s pride… imbue modesty in heart.
In the silence of our heart, we listen
in these memorabilia… you remain.
Oct. 14, 2013 2.15pm
This poem is written in honor of Sofonisba Anguissola with her amazing works particularly the Clavichord and Self-Portraits . I extremely love & enjoy paintings especially portraits and I deeply appreciate her great work. This is also a try of contemporary sonnet. I hope I did it right.