"The Window Washer," Norman Rockwell, 1960
Four minds are at work in this charming scene:
Boss, secretary, laborer, artist
The last is so clear as to be unseen
We must attend to it to get the gist
The winking man of action has its love
The grim, oppressive patriarch, disdain
The former winks from a height far above
The tedious business of loss and gain
The erotic mischief is magnetic
It promises egress and liberty
The secretary’s plight is pathetic
But the artist kept her from being free!
Who is the real tyrant in this tableau?
Perhaps it is the artist, not on show
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (6)
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You never miss making outstanding sonnets! 💝Love your poem!!
Great poem!😊
Huh, this is certainly thought provoking. Loved your poem!
What a great picture! So much captured there. Apt choice of words on my part too with your suggestion that she's trapped.
Great Ekphrastic.
I see her jumping up, and climbing on a chair, kissing the window washer through the window.