Ode To An Unknown Artist The way you paint the apricots,cherub’s bottoms, not afterthoughts!The table laid just so,the way our glances gofrom flower to vase to melon,makes me think you were a woman. I see you in white crinoline,dome skirt,…
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Visiting Renoir – A Poem
Another in my ekphrastic series. Visiting Renoir I called it a blue and white ceramic.You called it a faïence jardinière.I called Paul Berard’s home a farmhouse.You called it a pied-à-terre.The tapestry, you noted, was crimson red.Did you notice, like my…
