Interior, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Bluer then the dress I wear is my mood.
In his den I am a trophy captured,
All to do in my prison is to brood,
No dialog, many a wasted word.
To be on the other side of this pane,
Plain air to touch my soul, to be so free,
Walking along the banks of River Seine,
Looking at sails wishing one could be me.
Servants’ traveling is greater than mine.
Go to boulangerie would be a treat.
Even better yet is with friends to dine,
But as any night, in the loft we eat.
Look at those many people on the street,
Each with problems but at times life is sweet.
Gustave Caillebotte a French painter who aligned himself with the Impressionistic movement painted Interior 1880. It appears as though the woman is a house cat. Always basking in the sun’s rays. Given the posture of the gentleman her presence is not felt. Just another fixture in the loft. I feel that she does not want to be a house cat. She desires to be out in the world. She may or may not have or wants to have a lover. To me personal freedom within reason should always be a top priority.