Thursday, March 29, 2007

Poetry Thursday - "Artwork Inspiration"

Rapheal La Fornarina 1518-1519

We were asked to try stepping inside a work of art and writing from that perspective.


The Baker's daughter

I see his desire burning into my body

with each glance and brush stroke.

I hold the power in a coy look and pose

showing him the pleasure he seeks.

I'm so much more than a mistress

as I tease his deepest desires.

A baker's daughter, living a secret

a double life, all my own.

I wear a band bearing my lover's name

a token of his adoration, but love?

His one true love is his painting's

and so I will be.

I'm the image of a real woman

captured forever on canvas

as his true love.


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23 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love how you took this painting and made her come alive. The joy she feels in being immortalized, even when it is a secret.

Great poetry Tammy.

Anonymous said...

Hi Tammy,

"but love?"

That is the line that strikes at my heart. Doesn't every woman want to be first in love?

Beautiful choice and you write so well.

Rose

xo

Anonymous said...

Love the poem babe, don't know how you come up with so creative writings.I would never be able to think of the things you do, the words and feelings make me feel that she is telling me her inner most secrets.Love Dave

The Dream said...

love.
"showing him the pleasure he seeks"
OK, i'll try that tonight!
ooh la la.

paris parfait said...

This is wonderful, Tammy! A perfect match for the painting. I finally got mine written too, after exhausted guests went off to bed! xo

Rethabile said...

Captured "as his true love" by this true poem. Excellent.

Julie said...

This is so good, Tammy. I am just in awe of the many varied responses to this particular prompt for PT. If I am to participate, it will have to wait for the weekend, so I think I'll give yours another read before I go.

You're awesome, girl!

Beaman said...

Wonderful interweaving of meanings in this piece. I like this poem!

wrchili said...

Great poem! You seem to have read her mind wonderfully. I can see her thinking those exact thoughts.
Excellent job with the theme!

Anonymous said...

Oh, so nicely done. That sense of hearing the subjects thoughts as she is being immortalized on canvas is lovely.
Thanks

Regina said...

I have never seen this picture before- it is lovely, Tammy. A secret life indeed for this baker's daughter!

rel said...

Tammy,
You have done a magnificent job of reading her mind. I have no trouble believing her words. you really have breathed life into this painting.
rel

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

You've done so well with this one, Tammy! Good work, and thanks for introducing us to this artist!

Kimberley McGill said...

"but love?" is the line that got me - it really makes the poem. Well done!

Jone said...

Tammy, you outdid yourself. It is so lovely. My first thought when i saw the picture was that song, "I touch myself". Your poem made me forget the song.

Deb R said...

Excellent poem, Tammy! I especially like the part where she says she realizes that painting is his true first love.

Amber said...

Perfectly wonderful poem. Lovely. you have really become the poet here, Tammy!
and those baby pics below...Too cute!


:)

Tinker said...

You brought the Baker's Daughter to life again, Tammy! And unfortunately for her, you probably hit the nail on the head about painting being his one true love...but being his muse is certainly one way to get a man's attention. Well done! xoxo

gautami tripathy said...

Very well written, tammy. The baker's daughter speaks the truth.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Very convincing...

Kay Cooke said...

This is a beautiful piece of writing Tammy. I like what you have done with this painting - brought it to life with well-chosen words. Sister Mary better beware!

Pam said...

This is excellent, Tammy! Your writing, the intuition. Your creative mind goes to wonderous places.

daisies said...

this is so fantastic ... you really captured her voice and feel as though i have an intimate view ... so talented my dear ...