A Woman Trapped

An ode to those in paintings.

By B. E.Published 5 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Molly Belle on Unsplash

Something old about her to look at

Her face is one of a different time

Forever mirroring many a face in classical paintings

A face not really her own

A face that belongs to women in portraits

Woman with fruit

Woman in dress

Girl in blue

Maid in field

Faces that are hers and yet not

Woman who studies

Woman who learns

Woman with job

Woman who yearns

For something unknown

For something hidden

Girl churns butter

Woman with flower

Girl in window

Woman in power

Stands tall and brave

Stuck for a moment

A face in portraits

Stuck forever

A woman trapped

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An ode to those in paintings.

About the Creator

B. E.

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