Portrait of a Woman
He smiles, as he lays his brushes down, blocks the canvas with his bulk. I move quickly, almost pushing him aside. I am her mother, I have the right. A real beauty looks back at me. There is some aspect of my daughter, and, yet, it is not her – a certain look when, thinking herself alone, she smiles as if at some secret – her eyes large with thoughts too great to tell. Cleverly, he has made that look the whole story. He has painted a face far from ordinary. The portrait is beautiful - features delicate as air. It will be well received, but so much is untold. My daughter is big and gauche – never sure when to speak, where to put her feet. She will not be able to ask her husband’s pleasure, or to know how he judges her- I am so afraid that he who cannot be refused, must not be disappointed, will do her harm when he sees how she compares with such a beautiful illusion. Dorothy Allan Dorothy Allan: "I have been writing poetry since 1998. I was regularly published in a magazine called Neverburypoetry based in Bury, Lancashire. Sadly, it has now folded. I enjoy writing poems on a variety of subjects, but mainly about the peculiarities of other people."
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