How very silly we are
Come now hurry before virtue intercedes and wrap me in guilt
Let me with appetite consume all your restraint so we may play as children in fields of nostalgia
Bind me to the strands of memory that encourages breath so with every breath you take I am remembered
Forgive the injury and the bloodshed
Let me with appetite consume all your restraint so we may play as children in fields of nostalgia
Bind me to the strands of memory that encourages breath so with every breath you take I am remembered
Forgive the injury and the bloodshed
The pound of flesh I forcefully reclaimed was no more than the heart you broke
My love, my care
Simone
I find this picture so appealing. The peachy skintones, almost like those of a young child, the beautiful texture of the fabric and the exquisitely tender manner in which the girl lifts the bird's egg from the nest. I've discovered so many new artists through you, Simone.
ReplyDeleteAlways enjoy your post. What a lovely painting. Hope you have a wonderful day.
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Thoughts in Progress
Hello,my dear Simone!-)*
ReplyDeleteThis painting tuched my soul,you can always do it with you post,my dear Friend,thank you SO much!!!
My Love and hugs for you,
***Violetta***
There's a story in this painting - the woman's expression, the way she's holding the egg . . .
ReplyDeleteI'm with CR Ward. I wonder what the woman is thinking about? She looks like the cat who ate the canary(: Lovely painting Simone, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteLovely writing and lovely painting. Her skin looks so soft I'd be tempted to touch the painting.
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