Creative Traditional:

[Moonchild]

HIS COLORS ~ PUSHKIN SONNET

The painter in a Monet world inspired,
by moon-soaked flesh and curves that speak proclaimed,
his Juliet in brush strokes so desired,
dipped in colors, a passion so renamed

where in his eyes a vision so beautiful
beyond an art his heart paints dutiful.
For his sore eyes was more than recompense,
a heightening of senses circumstance

and as he filled in every curve and shape,
she sat there lithe like swan in graceful poise.
His Juliet in color screamed like noise
so vividly in paint to canvas rape.

He touched her nudity with not one feel.
His colors were a touch closer to real.

© August 28, 2007 Karen Davies

[JolieH]

Lovely Karen,
I think by the look on her face, she would appreciate your words.

Nice sonnet too, it's well balanced with intellegent choice of rhyming language.

[Moonchild]

Thank you so much Jolie for stopping
in on my Sonnet. These challenges are fun.
You should jump in with something.