after Untitled by Ruza Bagaric,1996
The nude on canvas
sits by the window looking out,
bathed by the morning sun -
with all her youthful promise
forever preserved
in the luminous interplay of
of delicate chiaroscuro.
But I wonder if she’ll catch a chill
sitting as she is without a stitch.
Could I fetch you a blanket, dear
or a piping cup of Earl Grey tea?
And just what brings me
to her sunlit room?
Am I her groom or lover,
a devoted patron of the arts
or just a passing stranger
come to borrow Ruza’s eyes.
So there she sits
with her raven tresses
collected in a tidy bun.
I wonder what she sees out there.
I doubt I’ll ever know.
December, 2008
Robert Charles Howard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nude-seated-by-the-window/
