The Song of the Lark

 

© 2013 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved

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,
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.

 

[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.

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