after a painting by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The Day-Dream

As listless as the bloom within her hand,
the lady gazes into vacancy:
her lavishly cascading dress itself
a deep dream of cool blue, a water-weave.

Entwined in leaf-life, she grasps the slim branch
of a tree that shares her youthful suppleness,
we note a tristful tilt, a prim reserve
about her form, black hair bound tight, soft feet

in sandals firmly clasped as if to guard
against the mutinies of lawless June,
against the myriad anarchies of earth ---

a dream of Alighieri, of Verlaine,
her moon-pale skin unblushing in the sun,
her lips the speechless rhymes of sonneteers.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-13 at 06:41

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautiful poem, and an elegant work of ekphrasis. There are so many fine nuances to cherish in the poem, and I especially like the alliterative word pairs.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent in all respects!


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