Portraits Poetry Series 38: Young Maiden

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image.  With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.


Portraits Series


Young Maiden

By the light of the fire, she sits
Where her thoughts find solace
In the still of night
Alone and unoccupied
Save the memories
Of times now past
Does she reminisce?
Does she regret?
We search the lines
Of her tired face
But fail in our attempt
She stares silently
As the fires rage
Feet outstretched
To warm them
Kerchief to her lips
Head bowed
Was that a sigh?
Was that a smile?
We seek meaning
In the stillness
Of her poise
Her arms length stretched
His letter gripped slightly
So as to almost drift in air
Does she want to let go?
Does she want to hold back?
She sighs deeply
In the still of night
Moves the chair
Away from the fire
Smothers its ashes
And tucks away the letter
That holds what’s in her heart
And as the watcher,
We never glimpse the truths
That bear heavy upon her soul
But as clueless, you or I –
Even she, does not portend to know
The true feelings within her heart.

© Sumyanna 2016


4 Comments Add yours

  1. leigha66 says:

    Beautifully vivid!


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you – so glad you like it!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Lovely Sumyanna. I tweeted it @bakeandwrite


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much for sharing! Truly appreciate that 🙂


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