Portraits and Wildfire

[finite salmon]

So long, long ago—
When portraits grew wildfire
Love was my muse.

Every drop of her lips,
Brush stroke against paper
Drew the warmest color of blue
Staining me with you

You never plagued my dreams
Never set foot into fantasy
Though you barged into my thoughts
And have left a crushing memory

You were the flames to my heart
My skin ablaze with your touch
You were the warmth in my dark
My ‘portrait de la jeune fille en feu’

Now that our time has passed
My back has turned to you
That carefully constructed portrait
To forever be someone else’s view

To long, long ago
When portraits grew wildfire
I chose a poet’s words
Over a lover’s desire
And lost Love as my muse

[tall mist]

A "muse", a word that means a person's been confused,
Confused with an object of desire, desire that burns like wildfire,

And once the excitement has burned through, and what was left was just a plain you
Panic. Panic in way that I couldn't control, panic that made you go

[finite salmon]

❤️

[tall mist]

Is the artwork your creation? I loved it too. Which came first, the poem or the artwork?

[finite salmon]

It’s not
It’s actually from a movie that the poem is based on

It’s called “Portrait de la jeune fille en feu”

Or “Portrait of a Lady on Fire” in English

It’s a beautiful French film, I highly recommend it