Thursday, October 12, 2006

Poetry Thursday 12 Oct. 2006

Read a media publication, and what you get is not always what is!


I hailed me a woman from the street,
Shameless, but oh, so fair!
I bade her sit in the model's seat
And I painted her sitting there.

I hid all trace of her heart unclean;
I painted a babe at her breast;
I painted her as she might have been
If the Worst had been the Best.

She laughed at my picture and went away
Then came with a knowing nod,
A connoisseur, and I heard him say;
"'Tis Mary, the Mother of God."

So I painted a halo round her hair,
And I sold her and took my fee,
And she hangs in the church of Saint Hilaire,
Where you and all may see.
Robert W. Service


Blogger Jellyhead said...

Looks can be deceiving. Great poem choice!

6:19 AM  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Love the unexpected turn of this poem. Excellent!

7:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a lovely poem!

10:37 AM  
Blogger Rowan said...

I like the unexpectedness of the ending - it's true you should never judge by appearances either good or bad. Thank you for your lovely comment on my blog - you're very good for a girl's ego!

12:20 PM  
Blogger mareymercy said...

Love this. How true, how true.

7:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

this is great..loved it, you hit it right on the halo.LOL..m

9:03 PM  
Blogger Carole Burant said...

See that? Put a halo on us and we're little angels!! hehe

1:29 AM  
Blogger Eleanor said...

Very good lesson indeed.

I love Service's poetry, so great choice, rel! :)

5:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So appropriate - thank you for sharing it!

11:58 AM  

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