She gazed on me through pale blue eyes, <br />Sweet lady in the frame, <br />Her beauty caught in a flash of time, <br />Fair damsel without name, <br /> <br />Soft lips of ripe strawberry red, <br />So vulnerable, so alone, <br />White skin, pale and flawless, <br />Fragile as China bone; <br /> <br />Her trussed up golden layered hair, <br />Coiffured to near perfection; <br />Jewelry draped about her neck <br />A priceless pearl collection <br /> <br />Tears I now see in her eye, <br />This lass I had never met <br />Her haunting countenance for sure <br />Is one I’ll nere forget. <br /> <br />The gavel woke me from my trance, <br />The auctioneer’s voice so bold <br />“Your priceless painting, Satan, <br />Is now officially sold.” <br /> <br />Life is like that work of art, <br />Painted in shades of leaven, <br />Focusing on the untold riches, <br />On earth and not in Heaven.<br /><br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-painting-on-auction/
