A triolet I wrote based off inspiration of the painting: a Sunday afternoon on the island of la grande jatte (shown above). I’m writing in the perspective of the woman in the shadow holding an umbrella in the bottom right corner. Hope you enjoy c:
Mourning
Why do these shadows elude me from you?
…………Why does your presence escape me,
Yet still our memories hold true?
O, how these shadows elude me from you;
For shouldered in grief, my tears are past due,
…………As you linger, you stay, and you see –
How your shadow eludes me from you,
…………How your essence will always escape me.
— Mourning. | 25/07/2018 [A. Jia]
a poet at heart 💘 