Edgar Degas, Breakfast after the Bath II
I’m no ascetic. The sun pouring in
as she stepped out of the bath
and the servant girl brought coffee
in a cup. She towelled her hair
vigorously, one thigh leaning against
the edge of the tub.
She cut a mythic figure like a nude
lass a painter would’ve painted.
Bent awkwardly now. Towel having
been flung to floor, covering rug.
Stepped on to dry her soles,
a perfect state of undress.
Prompt: Impressionism is “a style or movement in painting originating in France in the 1860s, characterized by a concern with depicting the visual impression of the moment, especially in terms of the shifting effect of light and colour.” In terms of literary style, it “seeks to capture a feeling or experience rather than to achieve accurate depiction.” So would you like to have a go at doing an impressionistic poem? You can do one of this painting or any other you like.