the portrait of Mona lisa

by GIbran BANHAKEIA

In the Louvre's hallowed halls she rests, serene,

Mona Lisa, a visage so beguiling,

Her smile a riddle, a enigma unseen,

A masterpiece that's endlessly compiling.

Upon a canvas, da Vinci's hand did trace,

A woman's essence captured in each stroke,

Her gaze, a labyrinth, a boundless space,

Where secrets whispered and mysteries spoke.

Her eyes, they dance with a mysterious fire,

Reflecting tales of ages past and gone,

A Mona Lisa's smile, a world entire,

A universe within her, drawn upon.

Is she a noble lady, veiled in grace,

Or simply an illusion, crafted well?

Her presence lingers in time's endless chase,

A portrait's spell that history shall tell.

Her smile, a whisper in the hushed expanse,

A Mona Lisa's laughter, soft and low,

Concealing stories, fables, a dance,

A symphony of emotions in its flow.

The background, a tapestry of dreams,

With rivers winding through lands far and wide,

A bridge connecting what the heart redeems,

A realm where art and life do coincide.

The colors blend, a symphony of hues,

Each shade a note in passion's grand design,

From earthy tones to skies of endless blues,

The painting breathes, a treasure to enshrine.

Oh, Mona Lisa, with your enigmatic air,

You've captured hearts and minds through countless years,

A timeless beauty, beyond compare,

A portrait bathed in both joy and tears.

You sit there, poised upon that timeless frame,

A Mona Lisa's mystery, forever told,

An artwork that eternity can't tame,

A masterpiece of beauty to behold.

In whispers heard by those who dare draw near,

Legends intertwine with history's embrace,

The brushstrokes hold the echoes of a sphere,

A mirror to the human heart's deep grace.

Her hands, clasped gently, hold a hidden truth,

A subtle tension in her fingers' grasp,

Do they hold memories of vanished youth,

Or secrets of a distant, mystic clasp?

And on her lips, the ever-curious smile,

It teases, hints, a puzzle to unravel,

A beacon in the quiet, a distant isle,

A riddle that enkindles minds to travel.

Each glance reveals a different facet still,

A Mona Lisa's story ever-changing,

A mystery that time cannot distill,

In every glance, new narratives arranging.

Her gaze, a labyrinth of time and space,

A window to the soul's enigmatic quest,

Her Mona Lisa's world, a sacred place,

A canvas where eternity can rest.

Oh, Leonardo, with your genius hand,

You've crafted more than just a painted face,

You've given life to dreams, a portrait grand,

A masterpiece that time shall ne'er erase.

And so, dear Mona Lisa, you endure,

A symbol of art's power to transcend,

In every stroke, a tale to reassure,

A timeless message to the hearts that blend.

Forevermore, your smile shall captivate,

A beacon to the curious and wise,

A portrait's legacy to contemplate,

A Mona Lisa's gaze that never dies.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A detailed and descriptive write of a masterpiece painted centuries ago by Leonardo. As I read your stanzas, I imagined myself standing before this incredible painting, pondering on numerous thoughts. Beautifully penned.

Chris