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, or is she muse?
Is she the 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...

grapeling 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!