The painting portraitA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
Eyes downcast
Lashes bent Lips curved Breast milky Cheeks rouged Neck soft inviting Unknown suitors Their invisible kisses Imagined He sweats with delight Brush down Water tipped He falls to her feet In honour Of her pure being He takes her hand Guides her Back to reality She cries I’ll stay with you No my dear I have you now forever Go home I have you here always now The door slams tight He lives alone in his world With her forever So pure Untouched by man He has her now Satisfied The paint dries That was fifty years ago His bird flew To where he never knew He doesn’t wish to know © 2019 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Reviews
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8 Reviews Added on July 18, 2019 Last Updated on July 18, 2019 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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