Timid, shoulders hunched Into the frame the mirror Slanted reflections of the Doppleganger shade corner Advertisements
Cultivating the garden The garden grows great Out of this world it Reaches to the heavens The roots are not soil It’s in angel hands His paradise is golden His halo the other side.
The slit in his clothing Underneath is all man All muscle, no kidding. His feather is soft pink He raises his glass as He raises his profile To reveal the feminine In his soul, in himself.
The painter is drawing a comparison: To hold the child in your hand Is like taking a rabbit in your hand The child’s heart and it’s sinew Until he is grown with large legs His old soul is yet in the child’s body His journey of life depicted in art There are periods in his… Read More Week Sixteen: Paintings and Poetry No.16: Madonna of the Rabbit by Titian (1530)
How is the lady a child? Doesn’t the prophet know Her childbearing strength? In his tender consideration? The veil garment of world Are we not from the same Origin, the painting is it Not of Renaissance period?
The muses above the cacophony Provide inspired classical sound The body of work felt and heard The carved trees made of earth
A veil of a false image? She looks up to heaven Authenticate truths told Great and true painting She looks up as said above To that which I follow Her eyes clear and real Her eyes of her own