The glow from an unseen fire
Is both warm and cruel,
Revealing every crease
In the deeply lined face
Beneath a well-worn mob cap
From which a few gray,
Somewhat greasy looking curls
Have escaped.
She is an old woman.
Her skin dark from days of sun
And perhaps also from her lineage.
Her right eye is clouded by cataract,
But the left is alive with light.
This is a face that would have appealed
To Rembrandt to detail in a miniature
Portrait, perhaps, or in the shadows
Of a larger commissioned work.
Even the vague dark background
Of the portrait before us
Is reminiscent of his paintings.
True to the title, the woman,
Leans forward from her pillowed chair,
Her mouth open with a slight smile,
Her gnarled hands reach out from beneath
The heaviness of her shawl
In a gesture intended to clarify her words,
And draw in her listeners.
She pulls you nearer
Leaving you wishing
You could hear the story
She is so eagerly sharing.
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