She took care
outlining my curves, my face,
the crook of my left elbow, my
lips.
She loved my form
with every stroke.
All fingers and paint—
rough brush touched no surface.
I am lines of sunshine made
colors,
birthed from her mind onto
canvas.
She caressed life into my browns
and tans,
daubed a bit of pink over my
breasts
and some blue on my aura for
balance.
She admires flesh
stretching confidently around
bones.
She painted me shouting, “I am
luscious,
natural, precious, goddess nude—
I am woman.”
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Weekly Scribblings #74: Painted Tales.
A brilliant painting given even more life in your words, which enter so convincingly into both artist and sitter. Your friend Shelle must love this poem!
ReplyDeleteShelle's work always calls on my muse. I love her approach to colors and textures, how her subjects feel so alive.
DeleteAnd yes, she likes the poem very much.
DeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeleteGracias!
DeleteLuscious indeed, both words and image. I triumphant combination of artistic souls XXX
ReplyDeleteI miss seeing your paintings and my words dancing together...
DeleteI never wondered, before, what goes through the painter's mind, or brush, not even in painting nudes.
ReplyDeleteGuess I might pay attention now. Thank you, I have known a nude painter but didn't learn from him either.
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I suspect that the things that most often go through painters' minds while they are painting are colors, textures, lines... and the reminder that they shouldn't drink their paintbrush water. 😅
DeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteSo glad!
DeleteI love how joyful and tender this piece is. If only more of us would have the artist's eye when we beheld ourselves, we'd be able to better appreciate the wonder that we are.
ReplyDelete"we'd be able to better appreciate the wonder that we are", indeed...
DeleteBeautiful words, and a lovely painting. "She admires flesh
ReplyDeletestretching confidently around bones." That's my favorite line, and something to take to heart when I have a bit too much flesh stretching over my bones! I'm still a luscious, natural woman, right?
The first book I read in English was a young adult novel titled A Little More to Love. Somewhere between those pages, the idea that having more meant one could offer more. So, yes, you super a super "luscious, natural woman"!
DeleteYou've skillfully blended the voice of the image and the intent of the artist. Lovely work, Magaly!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Bev.
Delete… and I wonder ~~ do women understand the female form better than men? How to paint it, clothe it, adorn it. A lovely poem, Magaly.
ReplyDeleteI've never really thought about it. But I suspect that we might, indeed, understand each other's forms better than men might. I mean, we do carry it around wherever we go after all.
DeleteLove!! Big Hugs Magaly!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, my sweetest!
DeleteBRAVO nice ekphrastic
ReplyDeletemuch💛love
Thank you.
DeleteMagaly! Gorgeous poetry and the painting is sublime!Your poem flows as
ReplyDeletea dance between poet and painter...two souls colliding in creative magic! I have miss visiting your realm and I miss you! Summer Solstice is so near, I will think of you sister witch!
Thank you, Victoria. I was so happy to see your latest blog. I had missed you, too. I hope your Summer Solstice celebration is glorious! I shall keep you in mine.
DeleteI love it when the literary art marries the visual. I also love the celebration of the female form with "flesh / stretching confidently around bones."
ReplyDeleteThis is an outstanding ekphrastic poem!
Thank you very much, Khaya. We seem to love the same things. Great minds and all, I suppose... 😉
DeleteJust perfect the way you described the artist doing her work, and the art itself. Celebrate, yes!
ReplyDeleteThank you, JC!
DeleteGorgeous, simply gorgeous. Poetry and art. Much admiration for both forms, body and words, as well as the artist. This actually made me feel humbled by my own skin, at how well it covers my bones. What a fabulous portrayal of the feminine form.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Lori. I'm so happy you see it so.
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