Portrait Queen

Written for The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #272

Words:  light, oil, echoing, jealous, drop, velvet, still, art, bowl, busy, class, silvery

Black velvet curls, silver barrettes–
she is a perfect model,
coddled by parents
of her wealthy class, to sit
for her first portrait. Busy,
artists sets up his easel
and oils, while light floods
studio. He places a bowl
of ripe plums nearby. Cautions
girl to be still. She pouts.
He drops a brush, shouts at her.
You are just jealous, she taunts,
because my parents are rich.
Another rich bitch, he thinks,
echoing everyone in her station
of life. Strife is unknown
to such people. She sticks
her tongue out at him. On a whim,
he flings plums at her, and watches
purple peels and pulp drip down
her face, some strategically placed
on top of her black velvet curls.

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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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6 Responses to Portrait Queen

  1. oldegg says:

    I was hoping she might laugh in the end and then behave, otherwise his his future commissions may be few!

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  2. magyar says:

    __ I see the artist surpressing that instant’s (understandable) impulse, and metaphorically throwing those plumbs through his brush… to her image.

    purple drips
    creeping down the canvas
    this artist’s brush

    _m

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  3. Uttley says:

    She’s reminding me of the girl in Willie Wonka… what was her name? Veruca Salt?

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