Who be the lady he doth paint,
He strokes the canvas lightly while,
Captures the essence of your smile,
Setting here, are you feeling feint?
But of the knowing just might taint,
Histories wonder of your guile,
Who be the lady he doth paint,
He strokes the canvas lightly while.
Painted lady with such restraint,
Eloquence shared, be this your style,
Mystiques held, such doth sooth and rile,
Demure, composed... a little quaint,
Who be the lady he doth paint?
Petrina Lesko
March 2011
Thank you Tess, for another fabulous challenge with Mag 59, this weeks challenge for Magpie Tales. And as this is another attempt at a Rondel, I shall also link this to One Stop Poetry for this weeks OSW.
Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci as shared by Magpie Tales |
Who be the lady he doth paint,
He strokes the canvas lightly while,
Captures the essence of your smile,
Setting here, are you feeling feint?
But of the knowing just might taint,
Histories wonder of your guile,
Who be the lady he doth paint,
He strokes the canvas lightly while.
Painted lady with such restraint,
Eloquence shared, be this your style,
Mystiques held, such doth sooth and rile,
Demure, composed... a little quaint,
Who be the lady he doth paint?
Petrina Lesko
March 2011
Thank you Tess, for another fabulous challenge with Mag 59, this weeks challenge for Magpie Tales. And as this is another attempt at a Rondel, I shall also link this to One Stop Poetry for this weeks OSW.