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Inspired by "The Swing", a Rococo painting by Jean-Honoré Fragonard
The rectangular gold clock does not tick anymore.
Its hands remain one up, one down.
Twelve thirty.
Is it night or day?
Must be midday
for the painting pictured on the clock
is of a pink poofy-dressed woman on a swing.
She ruffles the wind created as she soars forward.
Her summer hat catches the breeze.
Two white-wigged male companions and
three marble cherubs watch her, enthralled.
Bare legs peek out, amazed to be so free.
A high-heeled shoe wings its way skyward.
Time stands still.
© by Marilyn Zelke Windau.
Used with the author's permission.
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Marilyn Zelke Windau, of Sheboygan Falls, Wisconsin, started writing poems at age thirteen. A former art teacher, she has had five books of poetry published: Adventures in Paradise, Momentary Ordinary, Owning Shadows, Hiccups Haunt Wilson Avenue, and Beneath The Southern Crux. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her award-winning work can be found in many journals and anthologies. Marilyn includes her maiden name to honor her father, who was also a writer. When she's not writing, Marilyn works at restoring her 1891 house and creates mosaics, paintings, and books made with tea papers. A Master Gardener volunteer and an art center docent, she is married to a retired environmental engineer, has three daughters, and three grandchildren.
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Jancan:
Such a lovely, descriptive ekphrastic piece!
Posted 06/20/2023 02:23 PM
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Anastasia:
I have always loved this painting for its carefree feeling, and you have captured it so well!
Posted 06/20/2023 02:01 PM
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peggy.turnbull:
I love that you focused on time as your theme in this ekphrastic poem. The painting appears even more delightful to me after reading your poem.
Posted 06/20/2023 12:42 PM
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Lori Levy:
The poem really captures the feeling of the painting.
Posted 06/20/2023 10:52 AM
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David:
Very nice. Good imagery, and the last line really nails it.
Posted 06/20/2023 09:49 AM
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Joan Luther:
Wonderful final line!
Posted 06/20/2023 09:16 AM
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Larry Schug:
A poetic snapshot of a painted snapshot, proof that the only time in which we can exist is Now. Kick off your shoes and take advantage of it. There is new meaning within each reading of this poem.
Posted 06/20/2023 08:21 AM
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Angela Hoffman:
Amazed to be so free! Love those moments when time seems to stand still.
Posted 06/20/2023 07:26 AM
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