An ekphrastic poem inspired by The Milinner’s Shop by Degas

Gas lit stores the ladies pleasures faded unnatural light
Postcard senics;
They are seen at Ascot, garden parties each item a work of art,
Soon crippled by repetition.
Silence in oppressive echoes as gents tapping past
They come for us/ hats for seasons.
She dreams of distant shores, stolen kisses
Blushes hot under the gas light.

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