Encircled
By easels
And painters;
A plein air lesson
I sit motionless
In a white
Cotton dress
On a table
Next to a cabin
Near a dry
Stony riverbed
Bleached
By the Arizona
Sun.
Red
Ragged rocks
Make a dramatic
Backdrop.
A choir of
Cicadas
Sound off
Intermittently
In their
Distinctive
High-pitched
Chirp.
I hold still
Then turn
To the right
Then left
Bend
One arm
Lift my head
Again
Look down
Or straight
Ahead
Now in profile
Chin raised
After an hour
I stretch
Curl
Cat-like
And await
The signal
To end
The study.
Ten different
Colorful
Images of me
Some Impressionist
Some abstract
Artistic license taken
One painting
Shows purple hair.
The “Pre-Raphaelite”
Likeness is my favorite.
Inge Kessler Poetry 