The Mill, 1964 Andrew Wyeth
Lonely Heart Ad
A
looker-out on life, encased in introspection,
lost
in hibernation, the window on
her
world's stuck fast, a glass she gazes through
that only opens in her dreams.
Seeking a man of valour, warm, worthy,
strong
but gentle and who has everything but
the
girl. She dreams him into being
to
thaw a cold and lonely heart.
He
is wildly wise and tuning in somewhere
way
out in the West, drumming a rhythm
which
matches the beating of
her heart
to bring it to its ease. A true craftsman,
to bring it to its ease. A true craftsman,
who
eats no flesh, rides against hounds,
swims against tides, works in wood,
beats only metal, captures only images.
An artist who understands Man’s purpose:
to be creative, to be kind, to be the instrument of peace
swims against tides, works in wood,
beats only metal, captures only images.
An artist who understands Man’s purpose:
to be creative, to be kind, to be the instrument of peace
St
Francis laid down for her within her favourite prayer.
Cait
O’Connor
Above is a poem written for Magpie Tales which is a blog dedicated to the enjoyment of poets and writers for the purpose of honing their craft and keeping their muses alive and well. Willow posts a picture each week and we have to respond to the image with words.
6 comments:
I like that Cait :-)
One has to admire anyone who can write in response to a poem or a painting. Well done. I wonder if this Wyeth painting is a scene from my corner.
Beautifully written!
Definitely one of my favorites this round. Really loved it.
=)
Swept me along. What gracious words for thought!
An understanding artist, indeed...nice write Cait...
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