Bobbing in the blue
reflections of yet another
day of pleasing boozing
artist buddies abates,.
She feels the shadow
of his brush and easel,
she reduced to oil on canvas
she herself a painter
her idle fingers itching
for a palette knife.
Inhale, exhale
come give way to
the calm of a sea infusing
her flesh, quenching
her qualms and let
her Lethe and leisure
wash away her dreams
of parting until
yet another dawn emerges
from the drunken depth
of dunes.
Peder Severin Kroyer
Today we are ekphrastic at dVerse with Merrill. Two of the painting are by Danish painter Krøyer, from the village of Skagen. This is a wonderful place to visit in summer. The blue evening light is especially stunning.
Marie Krøyer left Peder and remarried Swedish composer Hugo Alfvén who wrote this piece of summer music
June 7, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I love the way you saw this from her point of view. I remember that she left him, though not the details.
It does look like such a beautiful place. He painted so many paintings of this area.
She left him for a Swedish Composer… maybe I should add some of his music to my post
You could. 😊
“she herself a painter
her idle fingers itching
for a palette knife”
the backstory or your imagination? – either way it adds another dimension to the poem
Marie Kroyer was a painter herself before meeting Peder… but as many other she also gave up painting for a married life.
How calm and peaceful this is. The different perspective gives this scene a bit of story and an insight to her character.
She left her husband for another famous artist, a Swedish composer… but she forsaked her painting
Great additions–that light is beautiful. And the music is very summery–it sounds like a folk dance.
Some really cute alliterations in this poem Björn.
My favourite: “quenching her qualms”
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much❤love
I have catching up to do with those you mention. more added to my reading list. great feel to you poem.
An interesting story poem. I liked this line… she reduced to oil on canvas…
I like that you included the bits of history with the poem; and the way in which you depicted what at least to me is the feeling of :”Not being able to do the same thing together”. I think I feel it with cooking, like your protagonist does with painting.
The model being herself a painter is a lovely twist to the tale.
She’s waiting for something that never comes, by the sound of it. Your bio puts her expression into perspective.
I like how you pulled the elements (poetry, painting, music and photo) altogether in an ekphrastic smorgasbord.
How sad her talents had to play second fiddle to her husbands. Enjoyed the alliteration throughout this. That blue light is beautiful.
Your research bore fruit, big time. The painting literally comes alive. Between the lines we have another tale of the subjugation of women. Enough I say.
“and let
her Lethe and leisure
wash away her dreams
of parting until
yet another dawn emerges”
Oh that just called out to me. I adore the alliteration, the various arts of creative expression throughout the write and I’m always a fan of hints at Mythology.
“She feels the shadow
of his brush and easel,
she reduced to oil on canvas
she herself a painter
her idle fingers itching
for a palette knife.”
Lines like that, Bjorn……stunning…bring the location alive more than the painting itself..