From the perpendicular window
high up in the left hand
corner a pale miasma
billows across the kitchen;
the hearth stands unattended
pots and skillets undisturbed,
on the table are unlit candles
and empty plain pewter bowls;
tangentially to the table
an adolescent attired in formal
cobalt appears deep in thought,
the woman clad in wintry grey
stares off into the distance;
effecting a certain allegory
with the vacant chair draped
by the formal cloak of
her husband long departed;
typical of the Flemish School,
the painting eschews fashionable
popularity in favour of
a rigorous verite.
Laura Bailey A wonderfully poignant write! ( comment extracted from Poets&Writers Fb page ,June 16,12.30 )
Visual poetry by a master painter-poet transported straight from the Renaissance era to the 21st-century. Great!
Chrissie Morris Brady commented on your post in Poets & Writers.
Chrissie Morris Brady 5:46am Jun 19
So tender in its detail.
This poem,deep in its grandeur carries me to a far distant world.So beautifully crafted, I adore each word of it.