Light Art
He veiled her face,
began to paint her,
with the art of his mind.
Under his ever-moving brush
her face kept changing,
yet always she was beautiful,
the light within her
a shimmering facet of a perfect prism.
Before the sitting, she had complained,
that her ugliness could not be captured,
that only the cold mask of reality
could depict her physical flaws.
Hundreds of years later,
her portrait hangs in enigmatic splendor.
Many are enthralled, some see nothing special,
yet she remains forever,
beyond beautiful.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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