In the Gallery: Young Girl Sitting in a Garden

Young Girl
Sitting in a Garden

Deborah Beach Giordano
© December 7, 2011

Who were you, little one?
with your large dark eyes
your comfortable
and steady pose
out of the gilded frame
gazing calmly
down the years.

What were you thinking
as the artist
selected his brushes
adjusted his easel
blended the colors –
to snare the sunlight
in your eyes,
the rainbows
arcing through
the curls of your hair?

Did you hear
pealing church bells
summoning the faithful
in the distance,
the voices of merchants
and muleteers
making themselves heard
along the busy streets,
or the boisterous shouts
of children as they climbed
those leafy trees;
or was it still
and quiet
on that brilliant

Was the air
with hyacinth,
or the smell
of the strolling scarlet lady’s
richly-scented scarf;
was it ripe with the aroma
of baking bread,
and roasting meat,
or the heady fragrance
of newly-mown grass?

Did you notice
the sounds
and sights
and smells
that surrounded you,
were you aware
of being
in the midst of life
where you were captured,
and held eternally
on this oil-coated canvas?

And what of us;
who wander
down these marble halls
at once was,
to what is,
the here
and now;
this very day.

About inklingscommunity

I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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