Our Lady of Allegory

Our Lady de Allegory:

whom doth paint pictures pretty

for whose tears we loathe,

who bring solemn pity.

 Twas said she hath dwelt quite near a cove.

Masked in black taffeta.

She was the Mother of Dawn,

whom  seldom rose,

 but whence did she

take to morning promenade,

passers by 

might hath become surprised..

Our Lady of Allegory:

Small tokens,

betake the envy, immodesty,

of every being’s soul,

enrapture the mind and heart

all whom sought thus.

“ Thy stars,” claimed thy to her,

“ Be thou’s children, no?”

Nodded her head, “yea”

Why does she leave?

At breach of evening’s day.

People from all a far

call out and wonder.

Our Lady of Allegory,

is not here to stay?

No, she must make way.

For thy woman works both night and day.

In morning, in day,

she visits her Mother Sun.

Thou hast claimed to see,

this magnificent damsel,

swathed in rag of black.

Yet, carries alms,

inside a wicker basket,

alms, calling for love of God!

Die Nacht! Sanctity, raise!

Our Lady de Allegory,

is but one,

the evening moon,

whom man, many creatures woo.

Of austere repentance,

graciously maiden refuse.

Author's Note

I was reading a book on medieval paintings when I was inspired for this.
"Die Nacht" is German for: " the night" I used it because it seemed to add a more "declaration" to the poem. "Of austere repentance" I used the definition of austere meaning plain and simple.

Reviews

[Paolo Mateo]

Our Lady of Allegory is in fact an allegory -- layers upon layers -- I enjoy layers, like a puzzle that reinvents itself with each new read. The old English prose is impressive -- I have enough to deal with in keeping myself versed with current needs. Awesome. A very impressive and interesting read.