Opus
According to some as yet un-writ universal law
She was to be his opus
A final masterpiece, without a single flaw ..
Each subtle stroke
each shutter click, each eye lash and golden
wisp of hair
Was each and every one of them a stroke of
genius to be fair ..
He, though was far more than merely modest
and wasted not
one single drop of ink, nor daub of paint, or word
Since she was meant
to be in his eyes perfect, with no blemish, graze,
stain or bruise ..
And should she ever bleed, it was the gods
themselves decreed
It must surely be, from a single perfect open
wound,
The like of which, all men do dream ..
and then, for four and one half years he laboured
Almost every single day and night, he toiled ..
oft foregoing
nourishment and sleep ..
Until that is, he lost his mind and sight to her
for gazing
far too long and hard and deep upon her
nakedness as was,
Now draped and seemingly resplendent in a
borrowed flaxen shawl ..
and held there pinned against the sudden
backdrop
of an elsewise empty canvass ..
Carelessly gathering dust in a corner of some
long forgotten artist’s studio apartment
Not a million miles away from Plaza Trastevere ..
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Neville (
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A fine write Neville.
Could be about me and KP, but I ain't done much gazing on her. She's 95% botox by now anyway! She will melt in the heat, be all of a heap, like an old sack. No change there then though. lol.
why did I just know you were gonna say something like that Mr. O ............... only 95% .. better grab her quick ... cheers 🙂
What a memory to store in a corner of experience and told with such painted tenderness - - - took me to the time I stood before genius and gazed on such portraits many years back..... x
that'll do just perfect dear Fay ........................ am smiling from ear to there n back ................ 🙂 ... x
Neville – that’s quite freaky... no, not freaky..disorienting – drew me in and then spat me out again. Painter..lover/model…perfect open wound…model gone, painting only left to gaze upon..
Wot’ll you give me? I’ll settle for 5 out of 10….
@ least 6 n 3/4 's ... maybe .................. now where's the mouthwash 🙂
Wow what a read, left me with not much to say.
That is a pleasant feeling I must say, so just thanks!
I get the message .. thank you so very much Dan 🙂
Neville,
A gripping read to say the least…
especially with the final two words
“Plaza Trastevere”!
Your written words flooded my being with enchanted memories of the most enjoyable times I experienced in Trastevere a few decades ago…memories as unforgettable as you written piece .
Laura🌻
what a small world and so full of unexpected coincidences .. I too have had some most memorable times in Italy .. mainly around La Spezia & Lerici .. such a long time ago now also .. See how easily I get distracted .. I almost forgot to say thank you for visiting today ................... 🌻 🙂 🌻
Kind of makes you smile from the inside out N. ; )
........................... how kind A P ... thank you friend and dearly ................................................... 🙂
So many fond memories gathering dust in the corner Neville.
Andy
Say's Mr. Sheen himself ................ thank you for shining down again this mane my golden gilded friend 🙂
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