The Yellow Blouse
Painting by William Merritt Chase
The Yellow Blouse
Sister dear, why stare you so
with eyes of coal?
Blackest black, deadened by woe
bulleting soul.
Tightened smile, eyes shooting pain,
what makes you sad?
Yellow blouse hides well your strain
to appear glad.
Mother made you wear that rag
despite words bold.
Lovely bodice wrapped in bags
of lace and folds.
The painter, he has your heart.
Love sick pain maze.
Your lips tighten, your eyes dart
under his gaze.
Hiding under yellow folds.
Heart beats denied.
Smothered love, truth never told.
Silent, you cried.
Copyright 2007 JO Janoski
No comments:
Post a Comment