Oh, dear, I am dusting today. Why? Well, things are dusty. I am cleaning up the piles in my office that having interrupted my reading, writing, thinking, and efficiency. Sigh.... So, it must be done.
Today's local poem-a-day prompt was to respond to a painting, so I responded to this one, Interrupted Reading, Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot (c. 1870) because it is in my 1994 The Subject is Women calendar from the Art Institute of Chicago, a calendar I cannot throw away because of the beauty within, which, then, sits around collecting dust.
If I could get to the place where I find myself dusting, I would be light years ahead of where I stand, or really sit, today.
ReplyDeleteI was standing, sitting, and bending in between the necessary dusting. Sigh... All in one room, the office!
ReplyDeleteI love the expression captured on the subject's face. It evokes that frustrated huff of "what do you want?" when one is rudely interrupted right in the middle of reading a riveting passage.
ReplyDeleteEither that or she got very bored posing for the painting, ha ha.
-Barb the French Bean
Oh dear, I think I've looked at my children with just that face.... when they have...... interrupted my reading :)
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