When Leonardo painted me
he knew he'd backed a winner.
This smile was his, not mine,
somehow it got transferred,
as if the corners of my mouth
and eyes and all expressive bits
were his, reflected in the paint.
And well might he be smiling,
he'd made the market his all right,
him with his chiaroscuro,
dark and light, paint modulated,
making me sophisticated,
sculpted. Then his sly sfumato:
forms meld to ambiguity.
The influence of opposites!
The power of imprecision!
His clients couldn't get enough -
and yet he gave as much to that
old misty landscape at my back
as ever he put into me!
That's why my eyes have followed him,
that's why I wear this rueful grin.
Delightful, Dave. If only we knew!
Why can't we do it also? that's the big question with someone like Leonardo!! Thankyou for another goodie Dave.
A goodie alright, like the take on the prompt!!
It has been most interesting to see others interpretation of these writing exercise.
Good one! Loved the 'sly sfumato' and the unexpected half-rhyme at the end which really nails the artist, and the poem.
I am enjoying all the different takes on this prompt. Well-crafted, learned a few new words as well.
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Oh Dave - surely you wrote this tongue in cheek. It reminded me a bit of last Autumn when David and I stood in front of Rembrandt's Night Watch in Amsterdam and David said he didn't know what all the fuss was about, it was only a lot of self-important old men who had paid to have their portraits painted!!
Oh so titillating.
Years ago I wrote a poem on La Gioconda. I am going to put it in my blog, it's not at all sprightly as this poem of yours though.
I always wondered about the smile (like everyone else) - you have solved the mystery of the ages!
Excellent. Chiaroscuro is THE word!
Bravo! A plausible narration of an age old mystery! An enjoyable read:)
Rueful. Ah, yes, the rueful smile. The perfect word!
I absolutely love this impression of the work as seen from your eyes as seen through her eyes as seen through his eyes. It is a marvelous magpie.
Ah, well, yes. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
I keep wondering that... very odd. There must be a reason, if only I could think of it! Thanks for the comment.
I thought likewise. I try not to read other responses until I've at least drafted mine. It's always fascinating then to do the rounds, so to speak.
A. Wondrous. Soul.
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Weaver of Grass
I wasn't sure until I read it through, but then, yes, I did think I'd had my tongue in my cheek. Dav id was spot on, though. (As were you - they're not mutually exclusive positions.)
Thanks so much
I shall read it with interest. Sprightly? I like that. Thanks.
Bagman and Butler
So much in this life comes back to sex and jealousy, I find!
Indeed it is. Thanks.
Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed it.
That pleases me. I half expected objections to it, so much thanks!
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I have to say, beyond technique and colors, I have never liked this portrait.
So I am glad to read your take on it.
Most portraits, like 'still life' do little for me. Thanks for visiting!
You know? I never thought of that grin as rueful .. in fact it does appear to be just that.
Great description of a well-known painting. Thanks for sharing.
You've caught Mona Lisa's smile in your poem! "And yet he gave as much to that old misty landscape...as he ever put into me. Perfection in a line!
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