A little poem exercise, influenced from a workshop I went to on Saturday. We picked a painting and then wrote from the perspective of some person, creature or thing in that painting. Here is my poem and the painting, you can try to guess what object I picked.
What you see as perfection
Is no more than the organic creation of nature
Though it is hidden from you
This body struggles to keep this posture
I can feel the muscles aching
though I am as white as powder
this is not a sign of good health
I can feel the lungs screaming
As the mouth takes small gasps of breath
She is not your figurehead
Madame X by John Singer Sargent, 1884