MOHIT MITRA Poet Sonnet

Canvas' Eclipse

—When Art Bows—



Five hundred years have gaz’d into her eyes,
while Leonardo’s hush hath conquered Time;
her lambent secret, veiled beneath the skies,
hath drawn the world to deem her smile sublime.

Within the Louvre’s husht, cathedral air,
where myriad souls have hung upon her gaze,
thy smile arose—and something stirred there,
as though the very light grew mad with blaze.

For hers is beauty steep’d in veiled desire,
a still, inscrutable enchantment’s art;
but thine—O rapturous, ambrosial fire!—
steals through my blood and ravisheth the heart.

Then did I learn what Time had hid from me:
she kept her smile five centuries—till thee.

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Alison A Smith September 4, 2026 at 5:39 AM A beautifully wrought Shakespearean sonnet, rich with Renaissance atmosphere and devotional ardour. The formal rhyme and elevated diction lend the praise a timeless elegance, while the final couplet delivers its romantic conceit with lovely assurance: even the Mona Lisa’s famed smile yields before the beloved’s living radiance. MOHIT MITRA September 4, 2026 at 6:22 AM Cherished Alison, Thy reading, as ever hath touched the very nerve of this little conceit—for thou hast discern’d not merely the romance, but the Renaissance spirit wherein art itself is made to bow before living beauty. I am especially grateful that thou didst notice the final couplet; ’twas there I sought to let five centuries of immortalised admiration surrender, at last, to one living smile. Thy words have illuminated the poem almost as warmly as the smile that inspired it. 🌹✨