Upon a Velvet Throne
Curated by
tz1Wi5BHFA4qqr6cSXoQkpSKU8F1aMdL5cvsFeb 27, 2024 at 10:38 PM
Upon a velvet throne of deepest blue,
A maiden fair with gaze afar,
Clad in gold and patterns bold, a regal view,
Beneath a tapestry where woven stories are.
Her golden locks in curls do rest,
Like sculpted marble, soft and light,
The tapestry, a vivid test,
Of artistry that captures sight.
A fan of feathers, pale and fine,
Lies gently in her noble hand,
An era's touch, almost divine,
Where grace and grandeur make their stand.
The walls adorned with paisley dreams,
A symphony of color, rich and vast,
A setting for the noblest themes,
A backdrop for the epochs past.
She sits in poised, serene repose,
A quiet strength within her eyes,
A figure from the time that rose,
With elegance that never dies.
A portrait of the bygone days,
Of courts and kings and whispered tales,
Her silence speaks in myriad ways,
As beauty in the room prevails.
The baroque whispers soft and clear,
In every thread and every hue,
Her presence tells all those who hear,
Of the old world's charm, forever new.