Sated on a Summer Day

Written for The Mag #225

Sweet Summer, 1912, John William Waterhouse

Sweet Summer, 1912, John William Waterhouse

Ah, she muses, there is nothing
like a sweet summer day
after making love. Breezes
tickle my breasts as I rest
here, listening to the tinkling
of the fountain, scenting
the heady perfume of roses
in their prime.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Sated on a Summer Day

  1. I think you have interpreted the painting to perfection…….


  2. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    Gorgeous! And I too think it a perfect interpretation of the picture.


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