Snowstorm by Maurice de Vlaminck
The painting was mysterious,
Always making him curious,
Especially when he was alone at night,
He’d see a figure walking, illuminated bright.
Through the lane,
a lady would come,
With a sign of her fingers,
into the painting, she’d welcome.
You’re mad; you’re insane,
You’re just seeing things,
His friends never believed,
thinking he was hallucinating.
It pained him, to be ridiculed,
When his story was truth absolute,
Upset, he locked himself in his room,
For days and weeks, as thou’ in a cocoon.
One day, a gentle ‘tap’ distracted him,
He turned around and saw a lady, peeking at him,
She was the lady from the painting, her hand stretched out at him,
Come, she said, her voice was soft and soothing.
Hypnotized, he held hers and did as she said,
Un-believingly into the painting, he then walked inside,
Years passed, and a next owner bought the painting,
To his amazement, would often see two figures walking!
This post is for Magpie Tales 247
Copyright 2014 © Nandini Deka
I love this. I especially like the rhyming. It gave me a very different view into the painting.
ReplyDeleteHah! This was a fun read!
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting turn your Magpie took from the painting!
ReplyDeletethat was really interesting little story weaved on this pic :)
ReplyDeleteBut they never seemed to age , or at least , one of them didnt .....
ReplyDeleteI like the life you poured into this.
ReplyDeleteloved this original take on the picture!
ReplyDeleteThis was fun to read and very creative..it would be fun to enter the landscape for a bit.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem by a good story teller :). I liked the end, at least he came out of cocoon to explore.
ReplyDeleteAhh very impressive Poem, And the Picture make it perfect. 100 Out of 100.
ReplyDeletewow! And the journey continues! :) Wonderfully depicted Nandini.
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