Translucence, a simple glaze
of indigo and woad for her background.
There is no clutter of lovers’ letters,
no stage of maps and lutes.
In abeyance she turns to gaze at him,
a brush of light parting her lips.
A servant, yet the cloth of lapis lazuli
about her head emboldens her eyes.
Ochre blended with lead, and poisonous
vermilion, giving life to flesh.
His final act, a fleck of impasto
adorns this maid with pearl.
Copyright © Phil Wood 2014