His Duchess
With skin like porcelain and eyes like diamonds; the Duchess (now the last) comes alive in this portrait.
As I brush and glance at her, I glance at him.
His eyes are fiery and red. His movements are aggressive and swift.
How am I to work with such tension as this?
Though his glare slowed my pace, it was the Duchess that made my heart race.
Her soul so kind, her smile so fine, who can resist such feelings as this.
Her beauty, her smile, her heart of gold. It is no wonder why such men as he can feel so bold.
Now it’s done, the work was fun. I leave such beauty for the sake of thee.
I captured the life from the Duchess’s soul; in this portrait may one console.
If he must love her so, let her live in this innuendo.
How funny - I had no idea there was such a book... (Daisy Goodwin)
ReplyDeleteI like the poetic painter's musings about his art and the Duchess that was not quite his.