Woman combing her Hair, Fanny Cornforth, Dante Rossetti (1864)
Bushing Her Hair
She knows I watch as she brushes her hair
Dare not ask if this is a teasing stall
Remain frozen with an amorous stare
Leaning toward the near wall should I fall
Ritual that must be done every night
Started long before I was on the scene
Would quickly be filled with much grief and fright
If this task I were attempt her to wean
No less than a hundred strokes of the brush
That glides as a skater over the ice
Without any tension, without a rush
So that each and every stroke is precise
Hair lifted exposes her naked neck
Part of the ritual want not to miss
As now my passion I quickly uncheck
On her soft neck I place a hungry kiss
A Sea-Spell, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Luna has quieted the rowdy sea,
Making way for the haze of Aurora,
Which will disguise most all things before me.
But I’m being guided by an aura.
Piercing the haze was a glowing nimbus,
Then came sounds ever intoxicating.
Reaching near I did see the lute’s limbus,
Closer, her face was immobilizing
Spirits you have tricked this loveless being.
Not far ahead are reefs what sailor’s dread,
But beyond, to the heart so appealing.
For a chance to encounter I’ll be dead.
Tried touching her as never did before.
Now lies my lifeless body on the shore.
A Sea–Spell is an 1877 oil painting by English artist Dante Gabriel Rossetti, depicting a siren playing an instrument to lure sailors. Rossetti, also a poet wrote a sonnet in 1869 about this topic.
In the painting notice the seagull giving us a clue that the story relates to the sea. Then there is the apple. A clear symbol of Adam and Eve tasting the forbidden fruit. The title of the painting is another clue as to the story. This beautiful woman will put you under a spell, exactly what the the Sirens do.
The Sirens are part of Greek mythology and have often been used as an allegory by both painter and poet alike. I am no different. We go through life sailing along and then there is a distraction or should I attraction. A human frailty of desire that allows us to succumb to vices.