She was a perfect composition sitting there
broad brown face with smile as white as lilies,
red rebozo, red pail of flowers,
skirts spread around her like an audience.
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One needs a passion for words for such (et pictura poesis) , and the craft to control them in such obessive forms as the pantoumn, above.
Rhythm, repetition so deftly handled gives wings to the apparently plainest of phrasings.. 'I painted her-two times in fact', is lent a revealing beauty by this deceptively demanding form. Dr BIll's review brought me here... so much talent lurks relatively unseen in Poemhunter's vast hill of poems. Glad I've found yours. Will be back for more. I'm no poet, so have nothing to look at.... here only for the pleasure of reading quality work. Thank you.