The Night by Elisabetta Trevisan
Tell me about the girl,
tall and fawn as fall.
The one you shawled in silver;
does she exist at all?
Is she method; is she muse?
Is she ladder or the wall?
Tell me about the girl.
Does she exist at all?
14 comments:
I'll be curious to know if you have an answer. I like how you wrote quite literally to the image.
Very Very cool, a song ...
I like the approach MZ ~ It would be interesting to know the artist's answer ~ Thanks for linking up to Sunday's Challenge ~
Mama Zen--Intriguing, as usual.
"...tall and fawn as fall.
The one you shawled in silver" is quite well-crafted...
with FB and Grace here - curious to see if a song returns ~
Adorably penned. <3 Isn't that girl all girls?
I completely agree with Sioux. Those are beautiful words.
She always there when I beed her that's for sure!
what a dedication!
I hope the artist who paints will get to read this dedication from an artist who writes.
K
Agreed Mama Zen, Do tell, I'd love to know :)
What a perfect title, and the poem really encapsulates the relationship between artist and audience.
I like how you addressed the artist. Now I'm curious for the answer!
LOVE this, MZ!
♥
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