i come not skilled
but milled as wheat woven
to bake bread, passed
thru by sign and sin
as rising from a hearth, with breath
of summer once again
within darkest green of forest,
covered
both by moss and beck, a riverlet of thirst
as passion falls, then flows
towards a cottage gifted by your hand
where you await the want i wear
worn as a baker's daughter
a dress, pressed light to air
both heart of man
and touch of your sweet laughter
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
painting by Raphael entitled: La Fornarina (the baker's daughter)
lots of fun rhyme and symbolism in this bk...specially the -n and -r repitition...feels good in the mouth...
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian, did not know at first where I was going to go with the thought but here it is, the painting was a perfect fit...bkm
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful, rich interpretation of Raphael's painting. Your style fits the classicism of his art. I love writing from art. Especially love the first few lines.
ReplyDeleteThis was lovely, all the images that arrive painting many pictures in my mind's eye~
ReplyDeleteYeah the painting is a perfect fit, nice play on the rhymes too, obviously I'd pick up on that..haha.
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ReplyDeleteI love the opening lines & the picture is perfect.
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Oh! This is superb, bkm...
ReplyDeleteWonderful, beautifully delicate and transposing imagery.
I so loved this poem.
Lady Nyo
Love the translations of the artwork, your words artwork in and of themselves.
ReplyDeleteA lovely song.
ReplyDeleteyes, i really like the gentle rhymes here. so pretty!
ReplyDeletePoetry...Art...joined together to multiply the beauty of Raphael. I 'heard' (in my head!) Mozart g-minor symphony, 1st Movement, while here--was wishing it had been playing on your post.
ReplyDeleteLoved this
Peace!
Oh so sweet! Right there in your laughter!
ReplyDeleteOh, I love everything about this one. Really nice.
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