The Italian Girl by Matisse
- realshepower
- Aug 18, 2020
- 1 min read
Scraped into the canvas as France bleeds
into Verdun field
The Italian girl’s becoming
immortalized in her pose
Controlled by the painter’s eye
Her mask never slips
A stiff willow brushed with ink-dark tress
The olive-stained canvas leans in,
comforting her reticence
In a hint of crossed hands-prayer
she stands half-starved of feeling
as tense as a violin chord
Coerced to a limit of painterly tension
He knows, He sees
She is his embodiment of elegy
When bodies were not allowed to speak
His brush a soft note of the chaos,
an unraveling
About the Author
Clare Lavery is a writer & lecturer. Interested in Languages, Identity, and issues of migration and displacement from the victim's perspective.
Twitter handle: @clerotto
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