Defiled strokes
On soiled canvas
Once vibrant flecks
Destroyed by madness
Disarray strewn
In flagrant display
Immortally disfigured
In austere grey
Regretfully imprinted
On a heart of black
Never to find
Her way back
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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I must awaken from my slumber
It seems a torturous spell has pulled me under
And I wonder, can I escape this villainous curse?
What on earth could really be worse?
I’m either wasting time by making that choice
Or blatantly choosing to sleep away my voice
Neither sound very good to me
Could someone please come and pull me free?
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Inspired by the painting, Hendrickje sleeping, by Rembrandt.
I delight whenever you can cover me in your kisses
But your smile is what my heart most misses
And as twilight descends
Another day away from you ends
With lovely thoughts of you filling up my head
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Inspired by the painting, In Bed, The Kiss, by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec.
The burden he bore
Gave no time for refute
He’d been given a job
One could not dispute
And poor Lady Jane
In her ashen condition
Seemed far beyond
Any hope of volition
Not a single wish
Could change her fate
The course was set
Her breath too late
And the Lady in wait
Sorrowfully reclined
Pearls in hand
No peace of mind
The room stood still
As time captured the end
Poor Lady Jane
Not a soul would defend
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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