Our local artist
has gained a reputation
for portraits and landscapes,
but nudes
are his staple diet.
This has upset
the village prudes
so he keeps doing them
on the quiet.
Prominent in his studio
is a well worn settee
on which models recline.
As not one of them
sees fit to decline
his amorous advances,
he’s quite happy to paint
(and take his chances).
I happened to drop by
one sunny day
and there, on the couch,
a naked girl lay.
On her nose a touch of paint
- emerald green -
and a smudge of vermilion
on her buttocks,
where his hands had been.
© Luigi Pagano 2009
Comments
MistakenMagic | February 2, 2009 - 15:05
This is lovely Luigi! Especially the last lines, what a flirt ;) As young as you feel eh?
Magic xxx
luigi_pagano | February 2, 2009 - 17:50
Forever young, dear Magic.
xxx
jennifer | February 2, 2009 - 18:56
Oh my word, I love this! So perfect in itself..one of your best, I think!
It' rather a shame he just kept his hands to her buttocks...
J x
luigi_pagano | February 2, 2009 - 19:15
Perhaps he would have gone further if I hadn't called unexpectedly. Who knows? We'll have to use our imagination, dear Jennifer.
Lx
Silver Spun Sand | February 3, 2009 - 21:40
Luigi - one of your finest:-) Vintage, certainly. Hope you are well. You certainly sound in fine fettle!!
Tina xxxxx
luigi_pagano | February 4, 2009 - 12:07
Dear Tina, you know how to boost my morale and I thank you for that. It is reassuring when others tell you that your work is up to scratch. We authors don't make very good judges.
Love, Luigi xxxxx
Nathan Bednarek | February 5, 2009 - 23:18
Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!
I really enjoyed this and the poem as a whole is just perfect.
Well done as always.
Nathan.
luigi_pagano | February 6, 2009 - 11:05
You are a real gentleman, dear Nathan. Thanks for the kind words.