stasis
covered
veneratons
pictorially
preserved
in
allegory
orthodox
& unusual
idealized
imagery
A great artist was Sofonisba
Due to her her enlightened pa-
A court painter to a king
Throughout Europe her fame did wing-
So now her praise to you I sing
Tribute to Sonfoniba Anguissda 1532-1625 an acquaintance of Michelangelo and Van Dyck
NOTE:VIGNETTE is a rhymed five line light verse narrative cameo(a description that encapsulates someone or something)
She’s getting more decrepit, by degrees.
Her heart is threatening to go on strike,
with kidneys out in sympathy. She’s like
a mole without her glasses, and the knees,
now varicose, resemble Stilton cheese.
Her mouth works like an oxygen-starved pike
each time she reads. A portrait by Van Dyck
would show more movement in its eyes than these.
But when I look at her, I see the girl,
the one I met that first time in the square,
bandana loosely swathing careless curls,
the little smile that made me stop and stare.
To me, she’s always lovely, always new:
for things there are that Time can not undo.
There once was a thin man named Dick
Who got paid for doing slapstick
Van Dyke was his name
And fame was his claim
He played on his wife dirty tricks!
Old Dick was called Rob so it goes
Mary was called Laura, you know
Mary did not bore
She got laughs galore
And this was my favorite show.
One night the two had a nightmare
Of aliens, walnuts, and scares
They dreamt of invasion
And four eyes gazing
And two eyes were under their hair!
Strange eggs filled with absorbatron
left for shoppers to munch upon
man lost his thumb
his humor dumb-dumb
they both woke scared witless anon.
The humor was quite a sensation
The two brought much jubilation
I’ll never forget
And never regret
That masterful comic creation.
* The Episode of the Dick Van Dyck Show
was called "It May Look Like Walnuts!"
and gave me my first belly whopper!
Poet: Debbie Guzzi