Jean-Honore Fragonard’s “The Swing”

by Duck Hens

A swing suspended, ascending high,

In gardens beneath nature’s sweet embrace,

A lover’s play, hearts tightly twined,

Her skirts caught in mid air dance,

Lovers caught in an artful trance,

Eyes lock in passion, a stolen glance,

A stolen kiss, hidden moments,

In the garden’s secret, an affair unknown.

Brushstrokes eagerly tell the swing’s romance,

So let the swing forever sway,

Underneath sapphire’s melancholy skies,

Where the swing forever sways.

 

Inspired by Jean-Honore Fragonard’s “The Swing

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