By Martin Durkin
Jazz dances on the French tongue. Matisse paints and cuts out the heart of the meal. I stand there as his model, waiting to become a nun, all the while wondering about humour. But life is too simple for humour and far too complicated to be quiet.
Matisse yells at me to stand still and to wipe the smirk off my face. He is concentrating not on me, but on the simplicity of features, and I dare not offer him anything more than what the moment requires.
In the backroom of sunlight, the record player skips another pleasurable heartbeat of restraint.
Lovely little tale. You just know that sooner or later there is going to be an intimate relationship here–if not already! Great job, Martin.
I love the thoughts that are going through the model’s mind. Good one!
Kindred soul looking back on kindred souls.
Emotional in so few words. Nice work.
thanks to all for the kind comments. This piece was inspired by the story surrounding Henri Matisse and Sister Jacques-Marie
The idea behind the piece was to make it intriguing enough that perhaps the reader would want to go on and learn more about the pair – if – they don’t already know about their inspiring relationship.