a look of love-
into eternity's mirror
Johannes was a gentleman; she had heard this.
Greta knew him not, but when he entered the room
she sensed it was the lord of the manor.
He was casual; spoke in a low voice.
Seemed to sense that a regular voice might frighten her.
She had never been this close to aristocracy.
Her father had warned her to stay away from the rich.
He had called them rapscallions, and knaves.
His experiences tainting them all, lumping them together.
Greta was more open minded than her father;
she gave him a bit of a chance. The light flickered
in his eyes; his sense of humor was obvious.
They became secret friends, more than
enough to teach her that her intuition was good.
VIRGINAL GIRL
begin the beguine..
Make your music mine
LAUGHING GIRL
joy's outflow-from eyes aglow
GIRL WITH EARRING
a look of love-
into eternity's mirror
LACEMAKING GIRL
intricate detail
patient design-
portrait of time
MUSIC GIRL
when the music ends-
we no longer can pretend
LETTER GIRL
a few words
can make us ill-
or better
WINEGLASS GIRL
a girl with a glass
chateau red-
a touch of class
NECKLACE GIRL
mirror to face
with a necklace-
memory without a trace
PENSIVE LADY
lost in thought,
she sighs...caught
by vermeers eyes
PIANO GIRL
sing and play
concert,piano forte-
art,forgotten today
GUITAR GIRL
the music of the dance,
love in her glance-
to her true love,perchance?
JUG GIRL
a maid,unafraid
innocence..
displayed
LUTE GIRL
her tune,picked by ear
brings forth a tear-
yet draws us near
BALANCE GIRL
a delicate touch
frozen in time-
a story in mime
SINGING GIRL
the singers or her song
forever to us belong-
picture music vivant
THINKING GIRL
think on,think long
thought,her everyday song
JOHANNES BRAHMS.
Soulful tumulted movements grounded in stoically melodic
Vast pools of sounds gliding in dire drumbeats of the heroic
A gift for the bleakness of being sealed in alchemical cistern
Heart stringed intense expressions within a dedicated discipline.
A chromatic boldness in harmony of some faltered age
Into the arms of tragedy defined by the controlled rage
An autumnal sojourn after the summerful of serene depart
An alpine calmness ushered in like high mountain romance
Moods of subdued confessions in an air of drowned sultry
Some virtuositic presence under long shadows of destiny.
I am a suitor sneaking upon her
or perhaps a light breeze upon her shoulder
exasperation or is it disappointment parts her lips,
simple indifference, unfulfilled hope?
turban undisturbed,
in careful turn from light
would be I the target of her stare,
the reason for embalmment leap
to me, to sit
on this Mauritshus bench.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
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