Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Madame Cezanne, What Season Are You?























What season are you
with chestnut hair
and caramel skin
hint of autumn in your eyes?

Stain of harvest upon your fingertips
kisses of summer on both cheeks
your icy stare and frozen smile
reveal past hurts makes me wonder
what mysteries your heart withholds?

An east wind catches your skirt
billows it up above your head
opening like a giant umbrella
exposing your woman’s body
with thick legs and ample hips

grey clouds split overhead
letting the sun shine through.
Your giggle, like the spring rain,
tells me all I need to know.

Copy of a painting by Cezanne.
Art instructor, Ruth Hollis,
insists the only way to study
a master is to imitate their work.
The Poem is an original.

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