a lone woman is painted
her face stands out for me
she looks so heavenly
although she has been painted stiff
there are no flowing lines
no graceful strokes
but the artist has captured
a deep sadness within her
and her painted rosy cheeks
the artist has captured her dignity
charm and demure
yet I feel her pain in his painted strokes
her gown is quite lovely
soft and rich
a forest green velvet
with white lace peaking out
she sits on a gilded chair
her folded hands
rest upon a white mink fur coat,
behind a window view
of a frozen lake and trees
her hair falls in lovely waves
though she appears posed and stiff
as was the manner in portraits
of the day
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October 11, 2019
Poetry/Ekphrasis/A Painted Portrait- by Theophile Hamel
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1187-825-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the FFI Blog Series 24- Ekphrasis
Brian Strand
Podium Place 2
Inspiration-Portrait of- Madame Lemoyne-Angers
By Theophile Hamel (1817-1870)
Canadian Portrait Painter
Categories:
hamel, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
There was an old woman who lived on the streets.
She watched over children making her feel complete.
They ate in soup kitchens some broth without bread.
Their bellies never quite full as they laid down their heads.
Their hard little beds in a room shaped like a 'U'.
In an abandon old building off Le Hamel Au Roux.
She was sent down from above to help these lost kids.
Reasons not totally understood why these children had fled.
At times there were so many she didn't know what to do.
So she gave them her love and protected them from harm too.
She found caring homes for each and everyone in the Village of Firth.
She was only given so much time to serve these children on earth.
She deemed herself well and is now angel worthy of her wings,
Looking down from above she sees all her children now smiling
And they're consumed in what will be rather than what 'twas.
Categories:
hamel, angel, love, children, old,
Form: Rhyme