Still Life



Pale blonde ancient oak planks
Vanish around a blue brocaded
Wingback of well used but
Cared for age draping a
MacGregor shawl

An intricate oriental of terracotta
And baise edges the scene
In formal morning sunlit ease
As dust motes speckle
A warming shaft in silence




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-17 at 17:56

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Very vivid imagery in this
2020-01-18


Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Accomplished artistry. A pleasure to read.
2020-01-18


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This made me think of Vermeer. That's definitely a compliment.
2020-01-17


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i agree with f.i.in.e moods. i see this vividly, but not quite as a still life, as the motes give it movement. well done.
2020-01-17


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This felt like I was sitting in front of a painting observing and contemplating the details in my view. Something very peaceful about this...Very nice.
2020-01-17