Regarding the Portrait of Antonietta Gonzalez The little girl, since she must pose, looks straight at her beholder—first the woman who dares paint, then anyone who might equate a syndrome with a character. A slew of such wrong-headed theories ran throughout each court she came to—by another’s power-- to be gawked at, examined, talked about as if a beast. No longer would she cower before such brutes. Instead she holds a page-- unfolded—telling how her father had been found, shown, shared; herself as well. The age was mad to see a hairy creature clad in rich brocade, the offspring of a wild man (mother not worth mentioning). Some child! Jane Blanchard This sonnet first appeared in The French Literary Review. This sonnet, first published in The French Literary Review, is the work of Jane Blanchard, who lives and writes in Georgia (USA). Jane’s fourth collection with Kelsay Books is In or Out of Season (2020).
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