We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

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Portrait of Judith

 

This artist made many versions. 

In the one on my wall, her pale young face

is closed, still, calm – the delicate lips

in a thin, straight line, 

the downward-looking eyes 

narrowed, calculating. 


Her clothes are sumptuous,

expensive, from a past era

(Renaissance?). I want a coat like  that,

with green velvet sleeves

richly embroidered, like the pale red

bodice of her dress.


It’s only a print. And only a part

of the whole painting. I don’t have

other portraits on my walls (I like 

landscapes and abstracts) but she

intrigued me. Eventually 

I looked her up.


The part of the portrait 

not shown in my print

is the wide-eyed severed head

of Holofernes, his mouth half open 

in a dead scream. One of her hands

is tangled in his hair.


In some versions she holds erect 

a massive sword. In most, 

her expression is smug.

Her elaborate hat

and costly gown

have not a trace of blood.




















The version on my wall. It’s by Lucas Cranach the Elder, painted circa 1530, which was indeed in the Renaissance period.


Written for the Early Bird prompt For Na/GloPoWriMo 2025.



2 comments:

  1. A delightfully detailed ekphrastic portrait poem, Rosemary, and I agree about the coat with green velvet sleeves. I am a big fan of Gentileschi ‘s Judith.

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    1. Me too – but Cranach's is the one I was given years ago. I liked it better before I knew what it actually was.

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