The Impressionist's Daughter-Poem 8-Revised
The impressionist's young daughter
stands poised before an open door
Occupied in thought she wears
a red apron much darker
than her hair with a pony tail,
then a revelation stirs her curiosity-
outside trees are frosted with snow.
The chilly breeze swiftly enters and makes
the long curtains behind her flutter;
it feels colder than the Iceland wind,
Hesitant, she stays inside in the warmth.
Inside the room, her mom
smudges pastels onto
drawing. The child watched.
Mom captured her daughter's
wonderment in each chalked line.
Upon completion, child and
and painting; are compared;
the child won't be
able to distinguish
impressionism from realism.
The artist sought- after and
amply admiring this work
for the right- other sights
for her chosen colors
and creative images. Her hand
gave life to seasonal
landscapes, or blank faces
which stare straight at us
with an air of mystery.
From a background gloomy or gaudy-
they make us feel a sense of suspense.
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