la pia de dante

she sits entwined in ivy

fettered by all times of time

the hands are what catch the eye first

huge hands with long fingers folded and interlaced

arched neck and tilted head equine, not human

blue eyes stare vacantly from their perch above serious nose

lips curve into a bitter pout

wind gusts rustle the verdant leaves

startling the ravens from slumber

La Pia!  La Pia! they caw and cackle on their wing-ed way

painting is dante’s private purgatory

so he borrows his namesake’s tale

to tell his own the better

their love is the bliss of heaven

but their crime holds a circle in hell

his heart’s desire cannot, will not be freed

she is not the patient The Pious

but merely a model sulking like all his women do

just gabriel’s forbidden love silently, mockingly cursing her husband

from the gold-gilt frame her lover crafted to hold her

those hands could do cruel, wicked things

she sits entwined in ivy

fettered by all times of time

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~ by littlepeace on March 24, 2008.

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