Like Atlas in alabaster dresses With high collars you girls, Hold up the almost dark. Lanterns full of gold, Carnation, Lily, Lily, rose. As the sun sets eternal You stand and will stand, Seven and lost In light and fragrant dew. Your sisters nape exposed, The same colour As pale paper. Juxtaposed by Black stocking-ed feet, In meadow grass.
Attempt at an Ekphrastic poem, inspired by John Singer Sargent 1885-6 'Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose'