Ken Stone: Maria
Maria
(after a painting by Russell Drysdale, 1950)
Barmaid Maria was a mystery I tried to trace
long before that painter sketched her
with her fingertips at her throat, as if feeling
the pulse of a gently distant sea.
Wall-eyed, but seeing all, he flattered
our Maria with ink strokes and coloured washes—
then coaxed her further.
In no time he had her posing
in her best apparel on the pub veranda.
That painter saw what I failed to see:
the way Maria would sometimes stare
beyond our village into her past,
Aegean-blue and golden.
With his curious brush and viable eye,
he saw that look and set it down.
I studied Greek Maria each afternoon
before Drysdale turned her into art.
I lost her to that timeless, painted pose
near the hotel doorway at Sofala.
Ken Stone
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