The Song of the Lark

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Day 9  NapoWriMo

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The Song of the Lark

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A dazzling orange sphere emerging in the eastern sky

[Or is it slowly setting in the west?  Any comments?]

Roof ridges atop a teetering, shadowy farmhouse and barns

Cutting into a golden idyllic horizon.

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Acres of lush verdant weeds/crops lie in a blurry expanse

Fast forwarding to the large brown cultivated plot of dry rows

As the viewer closes in on the central figure with amazement

A peasant woman standing in the front of the field.

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She is the foremost and largest object tiered in the painting

A dark blue bandana wrapping most of her dark brown hair

A faded blue  weather-worn short-sleeved blouse

 Tops her denim work apron tied across her mid-section.

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Muscular arms and hands accustomed to farm labors

Dark cotton-looking full length skirt stops at mid-calf

Soil smeared stout feet walking forward in mid-stride

Along a well-worn compressed field path.

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Thick black eyebrows outline her bright blue eyes

 Her lips part in wonderment as her cheeks flush

Standing erect, her eyes seem transfixed and glassy

She waits–gripping a scythe in her right hand.

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Lo, she is suddenly mesmerized by the song of a lark

Her entire being appears to hold in pause mode

Beautifully enraptured facial features, oval face

Mesmerized by the musical sound of the lark.

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Almost religiously painted, one can sense the passion

Of the young peasant woman abruptly taken aback

By the sacred sound of the lark.

Beautifully done.

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Ekphrastic poem describing a painting by Jules Breton:  The Song of the Lark

The reproduction seen here does not do justice to the painting, as it is dulled in brilliance and the colors are quite subdued.  This is offered merely to give the reader a small semblance of the real painting. 

 

8 comments on “The Song of the Lark

  1. Jeanne ~ My eyes welled with tears of gratitude and sadness and, the proverbial beauty of your verses; they sung jubilantly and then, hushed in prayer song; a hymn in flesh! BEAUTIFUL !

    • I am so pleased you were touched by The Song of the Lark, by Jules Breton. I have had this print for 40 years or more and this peasant lady continues to pierce my spirit. Her eyes are so poignant and expressing such hushed joy, one cannot help but be drawn into the dynamic of this art work. May God be praised!

  2. Wow Jeanne. I was asking the same question as backthewaywecame. This is wonderful.

  3. How do you do it, Jeanne? To churn out poetry day after day…amazing! I trust there is a prize in this somewhere. At least an award recognising your skill/talent.

  4. Jeanne, this is lovely! In answer to your question… I think it must be a morning picture as she looks too energized for it to be evening yet…?

    Blessings ~ Wendy

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