Loved the movie, “The Woman In Gold” - a family heirloom recovered from a museum.
FLECKS OF GOLD Klimt flutes, flecks of gold, a champagne kiss. flutes clink, on special days, holding stems. Klimt holds my solid gaze: “Woman in Gold” beguiling... the lover lives on canvas, ashamed of habitation — yearning to be reclaimed. an old woman and a lawyer bring her back to life — resuscitate the woman’s aunt. a war keepsake, spoils returned — to the defiant niece. as I view the movie rerun... i recall the treasured duet in my curio cabinet — i peruse flutes in finery, strong — not feckless. flecks of gold, attach to silver hands, forming a bond — they kiss. 11/26/2017 Klimt Contest Sponsor Anthony Slausen
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