His charcoal composition …

Their eyes met in ardent gleam, in the eventide.

She wore an off- shoulder, blue silk gown; with an elegant broad-brimmed bonnet secured by ribbons tied in a neat bow.

She took off her bonnet …                                                 

Her hair was piled in a pompadour with clusters of curls over the chiselled jawline of her arresting face.

Unlocked her mane, and then freed her voluminous garment.

With the blend of shadow and light he painted her in his charcoal composition, on the white canvas.

Advertisements

3 comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s