Young Woman Seated at the Virginals

Daily I dress and sit, touch these keys,
nimble fingers bent to practice a song,
pray music could come from this desire

to sing out strong. What more could I desire
than to sit corseted, cosseted, pressing keys,
waiting for the world to praise my song?

Beneath silken shell a heart beats in song
while I grow old in daily habit, desire
mounting—to shatter this case and its keys.

(Why do I sit at these keys, bursting with song of desire?)

8 thoughts on “Young Woman Seated at the Virginals”

  1. I read this before I looked at the picture and, my goodness, what a perfect pairing! I love your beautiful phrases, especially the final stanza and in particular your use of “desire” – but that final line just flowed so smoothly and summed it up so aptly. It’s as though this was supposed to be written about the painting, or vice versa.

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    1. Thanks so much for your positive words. I was thinking of submitting this to an online poetry mag–the prompt was ekphrastic poetry.


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