Then I Will Paint Maria

Feminist poem. In a way. Written while being lost in the Frankfurt art museum. (Yeah, I have a terrible sense of direction. Wasn't allowed to wander freely any more during that school trip.)

Then I will paint Maria
And hang the painting high
Upon the wall, above all those
Who doubted her - She'll fly
And when the cavalry comes knocking
Or rather �" banging �" to take it down
Though they have gasped �" Astonished, at it
But, me and Maria?
We're running from town
Laughing �" knowing that they search us
But alas �" we're already flown.

Then I will paint Maria
Show the World what it's already seen
In her glory they will suffer, yet bask
Being treated �" as we always have been
Is she my muse?
Or am I hers?
What questions people ask!
I say, I will paint Maria �" always
For no one else will try

Author's Note

The "painting" in this poem is purely metaphorical.

Reviews

[Haley Smith]

First, I'll say that I've written five, six, or seven reviews within the past several hours, and I hate repeating myself in every one of them saying that this is beautiful, but this is BEAUTIFUL. Even though you said it's about your experience getting lost in a museum, it sounds as though Maria is a person, and that you would defend her vehemently, and that the two of you share something that the rest of the world would never understand. Lovely, lovely piece!

[Tori Adams]

Well written :) I enjoyed reading it very much! Good Job! I will be sure to look at your other pieces of work as well. The title of this poem caught my eye for some reason so it was the first that I read.