The ModelWho is she they will
whisper in years hence
but he doesn't know that
as draped in wig and
full-length gown he sits
before the blank wall like some
Viola in the Globe and watches
his lover prepare the palette
dim the light.
He readies for days of stillness
the rasp of brush on canvas
the smell of solvents
giving once more his angelic face
and roseate form to genius.
Photo prompt courtesy of Willow. For more stories and poems based on this prompt click here.
I like your take on the male model and your reference to the Globe. Clever take, Suki! (I hear the silence with the rasp of the brush.)
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Who knows? What a splendid take!
ReplyDeleteYes, she'd make a good Viola...
ReplyDeleteHaving read - many times - this could actually be a self portrait - a male - your Magpie struck a chord for sure.
ReplyDeletethe magic is everyone has very different take on the same image,
ReplyDeletecool tale.
And the whispers go on - who is she? Not Ada, that's for sure!
ReplyDeleteCool tale, nicely done. Loved it :)
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