The Art of Spring
She sat at her easel, like an old dutch Master,
trying to capture the essence of a bouquet of daffodils,
bathed in the morning light shining softly through her kitchen window.
Her paints were carefully mixed by hand to create shades of
yellow – golden dawn, golden echo, and lemon beauty. She sketched
their ruffled petals, so like lacey lingerie, and wished she could paint
the scent of them – a love call to bees.
Poetics: Daffy for Daffodils, Sprung in Spring
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Delightful bouquet of words.
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Lovely, I love her effort to see the truth of the daffodils… (I think only a few of them has a smell though… called poeticus)
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Snap! We both referred to Dutch masters in our poems, Candy! Your portrait of an artists is gentle and full of light. I love the metaphor ‘ruffled petals, so like lacey lingerie’!
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Oh, I really love the scene you created in my mind. And this really speaks to me:
“and wished she could paint
the scent of them “
Thank you for writing to the prompt!
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Thanks 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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So nicely done 💜
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The image in my mind of ‘painting a scent’ is a lovely one indeed. Well done!
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Thanks 🙂
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You’ve encapsulated Spring with this beautiful poem. I especially love that last phrase “a love call to bees.” 🌸
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