Milias's Muse
Milias’s Muse
She was an epicurean
To Milias's cynic
She sought pleasure in ordinary
Things.
Her hair was scarlet
Long with large curves:
A winding labyrinth.
A true delight
For a Pre Raphaelite
Milias's vision was to climb up her
Hair; into the depths of her illusions.
Milias painted her scarlet hair
Days on end;
Mixing aryclic
On a palette.
Her stillness in a coffin
Was meant to bring Ophelia
Into life:
Tragic creation of Shakespeare!
Instead she was a lady of her own
Her scarlet hair all her own.
Milias' s Muse and an epicurean
In a coffin.
Her luchious lips
Seeking pleasure in
Exotic food and the artist's flesh.
Her half open eyes
Absorbing all the beauty in
Milias's palette:
Rosy in hue like
Her illusions:
Her illusions transformed into visions;
Milias was no longer a cynic but a
Romantic.
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