Mona’s Secret

I sit here: unmoving, perfect,

tight smiled and sleepy eyed

 

the snow-capped mountains

send whispers of wind to my ears;

the calls of the river behind me

bring sleepy thoughts to the shore of my mind

 

I long to glance behind me

and admire the beautiful

drab land and sky

instead of da Vinci’s furrowed brow

 

I crave to itch my long, slender nose

but my soft hands must remain

folded on this hard chair’s arm,

slender, unmoving, perfect

 

the icy, whispering breeze

sends ringlets of hair

out of their perfect place

to tickle my pale cheeks

 

and all these simple thoughts and happenings

are a secret only the Wind and I share

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2 thoughts on “Mona’s Secret

  1. I loved how you wrote about the little details in the painting. Your imagery as well as word choice was excellent. “sends ringlets of hair/out of their perfect place/to tickle my pale cheeks” was my favorite stanza.

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  2. I love how you wrote from Mona’s point of view, and I especially thought it was cool when you said, “I long to glance behind me / and admire the beautiful / drab land and sky” because the juxtaposition of beautiful and drab was really effective in the poem. I also love how you included details like the itch on her nose and the wind blowing her hair around. Beautiful poem!

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