The dome of the spirit
The palace of the heart
Her sovereign realm is
Locked in the darkness
of the madness of loneliness,
casting the eternal spells
of sadness on the queen
unwanted, unseen, unheard,
betrayed by false courtesans,
courtiers, father, mother, all,
till the light of love casts over
the weeping queen’s head softly
with a gentle touch of the sun
in all sweetness evermore.
Such a beautiful, evocative poem, and a fitting illustration by one of my favourite impressionists!💙
All strong women have tragic fates, don’t they? “Her sovereign realm is locked in the darkness…” – I love the imaginative power of your words, Stephanie!
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Yes, all women with beautiful passionate inward worlds find the truth of reality callous and cold in which they stumble into a paroxysm of dismay. And I want to share that moment of disorientation in words. And yes, it is one of my fav paintings of all!! Thanks Veronica 😘
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