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.