Another sonnet after seeing a copy of John Singer Sargent’s beautiful, evocative painting, ‘Lady Agnew of Locknaw’ ( Gertrude Vernon ) which was shown at the Royal Academy in 1898 launching his career.
SWEET SCENTED LILY – BELLE OF THE BALL
After the ball, when the last guest has gone,
Alone at last upstairs in our boudoir
Reclining with legs crossed, you sit enthroned;
Gaze doe-eyed with warm, desiring call
Beckons come-hither from across the room.
Bejewelled, lilac-sashed, of gossamer wing
Sweet-scented lily of exquisite bloom;
Poised buried beneath the satiny sheen,
Amidst this garden of earthly delight,
Where no serpent needs to tempt or entice
With hours of promised love for this night,
Nor need to think passion a vice.
When into each other’s embrace we will fall
Sweet-scented lily – belle of the ball.
( ‘Sweet-Scented Lilly – Belle of the Ball’ © Poeticmeditation, 2012. All rights reserved. )