Author's Note: Note "The Woman in an Imaginary Painting" is a series of about 150 poems that came in a rush. Imagining a painting and the woman in it allowed me to look at (and to say) things that otherwise might not have occurred to me. I don't know what started this, nor how it will end, but here we go, for as long as she continues. A few poems still add themselves to the series, even now. Poets may think they are in charge of their work, but really they're not, as this series has proved to me.
from "The Woman in an Imaginary Painting" series
As if she thinks no one looks she opens herself. Shadow hides shadow. What you see still trembles. ______________________ You might think she is a simple country girl for whom risk is another way of saying pleasure. You could be right. She sits here bathed in naked stillness, the kind that ecstasies bring. ______________________ She does not know the pain of long poses. She is here only in this moment. What lasts is not posing but the image of it, and the ache of the artist who, even now, cannot let her go.
©2020 Tom Montag
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