Shelved quietly on a dark space
I feel her eyes follow me,
beckoning to something deeper within-
soundless voice whispers her intent
to be carefully held and admired.
The demeanor intrigues
in a gentle soft palette backdrop
standing and silently watching
something important has begun.
Skies alive and waters calm
she becomes a part of all she sees,
a simple soul that knows of bigger things
just beyond the edge of her world
beyond the faded wood
her protection for so many years,
a landscape of beauty
in a foreign yet familiar land.
On impulse yet not quite
feeling the warmth in my fingers
I turn her over for safe keeping till done,
gathering her for the short trip home
the blue room her new space
giving inspiration unexpectedly
she speaks to me of greater expectations
and as she watches
I try to deliver in my meager way,
a gift of beauty speaking
through the poets words.
Yesterday on my day off, I went to drop some things off at a local thrift shop and then went over to the Salvation Army store and found this beautiful image on a shelf behind a stack of misc. art. I sat her on the shelf in a brighter light and pondered her, 30% off and knew for some reason she needed to be a part of my world. The artist was William Ladd Taylor and it was framed back in Penn Yan NY at a studio that from what I could tell, was around in the 40’s. My print is a bit faded and the back paper is crumbling, not sure if I dismantle the picture, would it be brighter beneath the glass. The top photo was found on the internet and I think would have been taken of the original, mine is a bit faded but loved none the less. I stare at it and her face is filled with such a quiet peace. Now if I could only paint a sky that stunning. Welcome home dear lady.