So after watching four hours of yourtube and documenteries on art, I was inspired to right, I guess a short story from the eyes, of Mona Lisa. Have you every gotten that urge just to write something. I think it would be really cool to have a novel from the eyes of Mona Lisa. Anyways, here is my short story, called "Spoken Lisa."
I have always been a wall flower. Gazing upon everyone who passed
by me. In my little boxed world, it is very quiet here. I hardly ever move from
place against the wall. Hardly ever speak, and never spoken too.
I do not always live so quietly, though lately that is all
it seems to be. I remember crossing to the Americas. So many curious faces. The
questions they asked, repeating themselves, it was tiring at times to hear them
prate about things they really did not know about.
Though I do remember one day a little boy glanced at me. He
stood beside his mother, while she prattled on with another. The look of terror
crossed his face, I smiled. I still wonder how I scared the poor boy so. The saucer
eyes and trembling lip, brave kept him from tears.
In Japan, I could have stayed just a little longer. A place
so new, unlike my home in Europe, it was fascinating. People spoke in a language
so fast but short, I could never understand them.
I have been too many places, adventured into dark rooms,
waited to enter into a grand ball room. I have gone back to my home many times,
and met some of the mightiest persons. I have even personal stayed with a one
particular person. He was gracious to let me stay in his own personal rooms.
Sadly, I think he thought more of me, than I of him. I don’t think he could
ever understand, my heart was only for one man.
Oh yes, I have loved before and love only one man. That man
made me who I am today. I know, to you it sounds like the words of a love sick
woman, but tis true. My lover was my creator. Finished me to be so finely
tuned, that all I do is gaze and everyone is lost in wonder. My love, was a
magician; weaving into the settle things of dignity and grace, but with threads
of mystery and marvel.
Now, with him long passed, I stay against my wall, watching
everyone pass. They gaze at me with curiosity, some with deep admiration, and
many just to gawk at my appearance. But none were like my lover. Not a single one of them dares to speak to
me, dares to touch me, or hardly breathe around me. I smirk, because his magic
he gilded into my soul still holds everyone.
Smiling is best when
words can not say what you feel. I smile because my lover would have adored the
places and adventures I have had. I smirk, because of the ignorance people have
towards beauty. Sometimes, I smile ruefully, because I see the pain of others
so deeply. However, with all the reason to smile, I keep smiling because of
him. He would have wanted me to continue smiling. It was a way of living one,
even when alone.
So my days grow into more endless years, I will say keep my
smile. I will play my mystery. I will greet the many people that enter my life
and embrace the ones I have met before.
Even from the confines of my own world, I still
step out to leave word. For you, I will say this. If we only meet once, know
not at the woman who is against a wall, quiet and mysteries. Know me as one who
welcomed many, embraced old friends, cheered up one’s day, scared some, and
made some cry, but most of all know me as a woman who loved deeply. Know me as
the Lady, know as his lover, and know me as the art from his soul. Know me as
Mona LisaSorry for any errors or bad grammer, I typed it up on a whim on only did spell check. Leave your thoughs about it. I love imput!
Until another day!
