Another Miranda

How can I fathom this spectral procession?
Shall I rejoice that you drape sea-nymphs
with pearls, weave some glowing sea-change
to make courtiers of naught but magicked bones
fleshed, bedecked with rich coral and plumes,
your yearning after flowers? When the vision
doth fade, do we not suffer, being yet more alone?

O strange, that I should want to see beyond
this watery cave to the sunlit air whence came
this gold, these chests, these spars;
to crave speech of other, real woman or man
to see beyond this blackness, stars?

Having fun with Jane Dougherty’s invitation to imagine a story for this painting by Ilya Repin. I couldn’t resist sprinkling in some Shakespeare.

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13 thoughts on “Another Miranda

      1. The imagery you invoked was strong without the painting and I had a picture in my head but the painting gave me a perspective that I had lacked before – filled in spots I had not envisioned. Undoubtedly more a problem with my vision than with your verse.

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    1. And you are just so sweet. I’m thinking Shakespeare is like comfort food. πŸ™‚ There are those passages that you can just go to and be happy.

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