song 3

I really liked the art book Sister Wendy's Grand Tour. My AP Euro classmates liked to make fun of the nun, and while I don't know how legit her interpretations are, she humanized these paintings in a way that I could understand. One of these was the Primavera by Sandro Botticelli, which depicts a surreal, divine scene, untouched by humanity. I was fascinated then, with this scene, free from the burdens and stresses of our contemporary life; like perfection frozen on canvas.

The painting from left to right: Mercury, the winged messenger god; the three Graces; Venus, goddess of fertility, love; Flora; and Chloris with Zephyr.

Below is my draft:

Grace

there's a silver wind
where three daughters play
in a circle, skin and linen
all this shameless beauty

feet on cool grass
palms turned, lifted
in a timeless dance

if you tried you could not find
this secret place
if you tried you could not find
this purity, this Grace

there's a golden world
how i'd like to run
in this primavera forest
never fearing anyone

open field beyond
i'd turn my back
on all it lacks

if you tried you could not find
this secret place
if you tried you could not find
this purity, this Grace

then one startled look
everything could change
there a stranger stands
wings on his feet
the whole world in his hands

i don't know what happens next

i don't know what happens next