The Singing Butler

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April sunshine has given me the courage to take on the challenge of writing Ekphrastic poems. I have never attempted to translate the emotion from paintings, drawings, sculptures, or other visual works of art into words. The challenge will require me to dig deep to tap into the passions such works of art create inside a person. Most of what I write will be speculative. There will be times when I will place myself into the mind of the artist. Still other times, I will express the emotions I experience gazing at the work of art. If I get creative, I might even tell the story from an element within the artwork. This Ekphrastic poem is based on a painting by Jack Vettriano entitled The Singing Butler.  

The Singing Butler

I understand they are in love,

But why did I have to stand in the storm?

While they perform the dance

My umbrella tugs me from up above,

Tossed by the wind soaking my uniform,

Watching two lovers bathe in romance.

Why did they need me when they had Giles?

(His real name is Jack.)

He’s the singing butler, after all.

Professionally trained, his voice carries for miles,

And that is a well-known fact.

I don’t even have my mackintosh or my shawl.

Giles launches into another song.

The lady in the red dress giggles,

As the lovers waltz against the strong wind.

The gusts are blowing continuous and strong,

The umbrella in my hand wiggles.

If we stay much longer, my palm will be skinned.

While those star-crossed don’t even notice,

The intensity of the rain,

And the way the wind wants to blow us down.

They seem to have lost all reason and focus,

Or see how Giles and I stretch and strain.

Paying no attention to his fancy suit or the pretty lady’s gown.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

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