Phil Wood


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


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