Face In Firelight--Briton Riviere
As twilight now comes, we view a fair maiden,
flushed by the fire, in the hush of the room
after spending her day, where the heather was strewn
The stroke of the brush, shows a blush on her cheeks
She's enthralled by the flame, while a red setting sun,
says a farewell to the day, while she sits in her chair
as the light dwindles down
As she sits by the fire, while she waits for her tea
There is smoke in the breeze, and a whippoorwill song
There is dusk on the meadow, and dew on the hill
as the moonlight enhances the old window sill
She sits and reflects, in the warm amber glow
As the evening is fading, and the fire burns low
With Tabby, her cat, her one faithful friend,
Who sits in her lap, and purrs soft and slow
She will muse for awhile, dream of a far distant lands
She will dream of true love, as the brush strokes will blend
She will imagine her mate in the red fire's flame
while the stroke of the artist, will take us along
Transported by art, transported in rhyme
We are swooned by the paint, and the thoughts that have bloomed
that capture this girl in the room.
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For Isaiah's Contest: Briton Riviere
Based on his painting :........"Fire-Fancies"
http://www.ebay.com/itm/Fire-Fancies-Briton-Riviere-Repro-oil-painting-/160376412482
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