The Portrait In The Window

January 25, 2021 at 10:54 pm (Poetry) ()

The portrait in the window
of a woman from long ago
One cannot remember, was she friend or foe?
A woman with checkered past or present
like in an old time Edward G. Robinson/Joan Bennett
1940s movie show?

Did she want to be painted?
A sinner wishing to be sainted?
Or was the painting already done?
As from foul murder she did run?

Or have all the different images of time
been mixed up in the dark room of one’s mind
Those who were bad seem good
And those who were good seem bad
Which ones remain eternal?
And which one just a passing fad?

And from the chaos of the present
Longing for an age more pleasant
A memory surfaces like a continent rising from the deep
No Atlantis or Lemuria at which fallen angels do weep
But a face, a voice, a laugh, a tilt of the head, a twist of curl
Nicole was her name and how I wished she was my girl.

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday January 25th 2021.

12 Comments

  1. Kritika said,

    ‘Or have all the different images of time
    been mixed up in the dark room of one’s mind
    Those who were bad seem good
    And those who were good seem bad’
    Amazing read it is.

  2. Seoul Sister said,

    Very exquisitely lovely✨

  3. Hetty Eliot said,

    Based on a real person? 🧐

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Yes, Nicole was a real person.

      When someone posted this painting on their FB page, I thought to myself, “That girl looks like Nicole.”

      And inspired this poem.

  4. rulookingforjesus said,

    great really like this

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