Sunday, January 12, 2014

To Elisabetta

The Night by Elisabetta Trevisan
Tell me about the girl,
tall and fawn as fall.
The one you shawled in silver;
does she exist at all?
Is she method; is she muse?
Is she ladder or the wall?
Tell me about the girl.
Does she exist at all?

14 comments:

Fireblossom said...

I'll be curious to know if you have an answer. I like how you wrote quite literally to the image.

Susan said...

Very Very cool, a song ...

Heaven said...

I like the approach MZ ~ It would be interesting to know the artist's answer ~ Thanks for linking up to Sunday's Challenge ~

Sioux said...

Mama Zen--Intriguing, as usual.

"...tall and fawn as fall.
The one you shawled in silver" is quite well-crafted...

Anonymous said...

with FB and Grace here - curious to see if a song returns ~

Kenia Cris said...

Adorably penned. <3 Isn't that girl all girls?

Debi Swim said...

I completely agree with Sioux. Those are beautiful words.

Sam Edge Author said...

She always there when I beed her that's for sure!

Vandana Sharma said...

what a dedication!

Kay L. Davies said...

I hope the artist who paints will get to read this dedication from an artist who writes.
K

Lorraine said...

Agreed Mama Zen, Do tell, I'd love to know :)

Kerry O'Connor said...

What a perfect title, and the poem really encapsulates the relationship between artist and audience.

Robyn Greenhouse said...

I like how you addressed the artist. Now I'm curious for the answer!

my heart's love songs said...

LOVE this, MZ!