Vermeer

Mike Bell/ May 4, 2020/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Some of his colours were valorized
[vastly higher [then] than pure gold]
When Vermeer lit – beyond grisaille –
by halation? – layered line strokings
in his replications of God’s working
[before rest]/ Old artists’ rules were
brushed out/ His irises widened [as
if exposed to yet-invented spotlight
& revelations] – his arts flummoxed
God by likening his girl too much/ &
one swirled curve of maker remains
tethered [some say tin – not a pearl]

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