Today I completed another painting for the Duke
And once more I was assured, that man is a kook
I had promised myself never to take part in his schemes again
As I feel each painting is a love letter written in vain
Alas, a man of my position, was not able to make such a decision
The thought of each new Duchess fills me with fear
And to ease their fate I put compliments in their ear
The Duke’s presence seems to make each girl worry
As his got a mind you can tell is scurry
Alas, my paintings makes me ache, as I feel each is a crime to make
He has one made every year
And I fear, they are nothings more than a souvenir
He clings his greatness to his nine-hundred-year old name
But with his endless horror he brings it only to shame
Alas, those paintings behinds the curtain will be his legacy, lives ended with his jealousy
Interesting little poem about the painter and his feelings about the matter, keeping it light but also with a serious undertone. Not quite sure on the again/vain, but otherwise really well made!
ReplyDeleteGood to get a reflexive perspective from Pandolf, who seems to at least feel partly complicit in the Duke's serial marriages/murders. I enjoyed that you got one of the Duke's particular points of inflated pride into the poem: "his nine-hundred-year old name" - good job!
ReplyDeleteI think that you have done a really good job writing this poem. I like that you have used the painter(Pandolf)as the main character in the poem, where we get to see things from his point of view. Good job :)
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