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Seaside Soliloquy - Fantasy-Sonnet IV.

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Seaside Soliloquy - Fantasy-Sonnet IV.

As I mused all alone in great Huguelot’s hall,
while the firelight threw shadowy shapes on the wall,
in a doze I was blest with this fantastic dream
which, in retrospect still, realistic does seem.

…..I was down by the sea where the wind was quite raw
as I watched the wild surf rolling in on the shore
when, all of a sudden, cast up by a wave,
a woman, stark naked, appeared from the lave..

She was young, she was beautiful, ageless, unworn,
with a skin just as white as the day she was born.
Her beckoning glances that pierced to my core
will haunt me and torture my soul evermore.

For while, quite dumbfounded, to approach her I feared,
the next wave engulfed her and she disappeared!

Hugh Wyles, July 30th. 2008.
(Oil on canvas (1896) “The Wave” by William Bouguereau.)



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(The fourth of my quartet of Bouguereau fantasy-sonnets.
Please refer to: http://allpoetry.com/poem/4495913 )

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  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    August 10, 2008

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    And here, even further detachment from the scene,
    as in the huge hall the writer does dream,
    protected from himself by eyes closed in sleep.
    The glance that pierces relating the layers
    of intepretation as the stories unfold.
    Drama within the lines invokes
    multiple meanings.

    An aside: If one has ever dipped brush in oil paint,
    or even brush in the can to paint a wall,
    one can appreciate to an even greater degree,
    the skill this artist commanded in creating the scene.

    M-C


  • angelica silver member
    August 8, 2008

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    Dear Hugh,

    Well, this one has the look of a siren swept onto the shore to tempt any man who happens to be there to follow her back into the sea, to be lost to our world, forever doomed to swim beneath the sea.
    I hope you purchased all four to grace the walls of Huguelot?
    It's as magnificent as the last three and as much as your beautiful Sonnets are my dear friend.
    Love Bea


  • Yemassee gold member
    August 8, 2008

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    A bit of a departure from the other three, less connected in scene but of course in tone, meaning and intent. I really think this series is as entertaining as anything I've read of yours. I mean the story, the psychology, the connectivity, the use of the art to express deeper artistic thoughts.

    I almost wish I'd read them one a day though I wouldn't have felt the progression as well as I have by reading them in succession.

    Excellent Hugh, no blowing crap at you here, I think it's top notice stuff...almost as good as Moxie!


    • hugh wyles silver member
      August 8, 2008
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      Dear Sir Yemassee,

      In writing my reactions to these paintings that I feel,
      I hoped somehow to others and to you they might appeal.
      To post them all together I must say took quite a while
      and I'm grateful for your comments which provoked a Moxie smile.

      I think the author might, in hindsight, rank as an abuser -
      not of the women but of art - and thereby be the loser.