Painting: Flaming June, by Lord Frederic Leighton
Poem:
Woman In The Orange Dress, by Jenny Taylor Moodie
Her limpid skirt
spilled orange juice
across the linen chair
the dying light
clinging to her lazing legs
and hair
lit in drowsy promise
with ample admiration
and a small smile to spare
she reads every want
and bashful need
in the bumps on his arms
in his lowered gaze and shaking hands
her laugh is like clicking dice
rolling in a careless arc
and she plays her little game.
spilled orange juice
across the linen chair
the dying light
clinging to her lazing legs
and hair
lit in drowsy promise
with ample admiration
and a small smile to spare
she reads every want
and bashful need
in the bumps on his arms
in his lowered gaze and shaking hands
her laugh is like clicking dice
rolling in a careless arc
and she plays her little game.
Love the part about her laugh. Very poetic. :)
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