French Woman

48”x24”
Oil on canvas
Php 96,000

“A French woman”
Recited by Kara David

In Paris’ heart, where history breathes,
Near Louvre’s realm, the art reprieves,
A modern muse in denim dress,
Framed in a portrait, no less.

A door of yesteryear stands near,
Where whispered secrets linger clear,
She stops, stands casually,
Her jeans drop loosely.

Her phone aglow, her face intent,
On tales within the ether sent,
Beside her, sleek and tiny, Smart,
A blend of form and art.

The cobbled rue, the aged stone,
Cradle dreams long overgrown,
Yet here she stands, a living thread,
Between the past and what’s ahead.

The door, majestic, tall, and wide,
A gateway to a world inside,
Frames a scene both new and old,
A story waiting to be told.

She taps her screen, her gaze intent,
On messages the ether sent,
Unknowing of the canvas made,
By time’s own brush, in light and shade.

The denim soft, the city’s pulse,
In every stitch, a quiet waltz,
Between the now, the then, the new,
In Paris’ rue, where dreams come true.