Mademoiselle Boissière
sits alone knitting for Sophie's baby, expected in the spring. She doesn't think of Sophie baring herself for a man, as she did once, when roses dizzied her with summer, how easy her petticoats lifted, how afterwards they smelled of blood and sweat, how she stumbled, pushed the bolt to lock the door, how those smells return when she sees him in the square, squiring his wife on errands and feels her heart loose in its stays. Sarah Russell Sarah Russell has returned to her first love after a career teaching, writing and editing academic prose. Her poetry has appeared in Red River Review, Misfit Magazine, The Houseboat, Shot Glass Journal, Bijou Poetry Review and Poppy Road Review, among others. Her poem “Denouement” won the GR poetry contest in February, 2014. Follow her work at www.SarahRussellPoetry.com
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Kati Nagy
10/15/2015 03:07:40 am
Stirring poem! It totally energizes the painting for me, giving it a searing impact.
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10/15/2015 10:33:46 am
A terrific example of how to capture so much of life in a short and succinct poem. Powerful poem, wonderful painting.
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10/20/2015 01:01:44 am
Wow! So much captured with eloquence and style. Mesmerized from first word to last. Truly stunning, Sarah.
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5/5/2018 06:03:46 pm
Thank you so much, Kati, Rose and Ryan. I had not gone back to this poem after it was posted, so I didn’t see the comments. My apologies!
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Excellent poem. Powerful. Brilliant 'answer' to the painting.
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