A staid image of a placid
woman dressed in blue,
only hands and face exposed,
no crown bejewelled,
your child swaddled:
this was how I thought of you.
I didn’t know the church
imagined you as tripartite too:
royally dressed in ermine and silk,
breast exposed, a woman
of human flesh, blood and milk,
miraculously still a virgin.
It wasn’t you the angels preserved,
but the naked child, the one they served.
Kim M. Russell, 20th December 2020
A seasonal poem for Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry #51 Year’s End
This is a poem I originally wrote for an ekphrastic prompt, inspired by the right panel of The Melun Diptych, created around 1452 by the French court painter Jean Fouquet (c. 1420–1481). The two pieces of the diptych are now separated: the left panel can be found in the State Museum in Berlin, while the right panel is at the Royal Museum of Fine Arts in Antwerp.
I wish you as merry a Christmas as is possible under current circumstances and love, peace and good health for the New Year.