Nadine Poem by David Lewis Paget

Nadine



Nadine was naïve when she came to me,
So innocent, fresh and sublime,
I found that I had to pinch myself
When she told me she was mine.
She was barely out of her teens back then
While I was over the hill,
She hadn't a toe in the water then,
But I had been through the mill.

Her gentle face was a study in grace
And her eyes had sparkled blue,
Her hair like a field of waving corn
And her lips had glistened dew,
Her breasts were fresh, pushed under her dress
And her hips a promised world,
I'd watch her sway as she'd drift my way
This seductive, sensuous girl.

I'd lie on the bed after making love
And I'd watch her rise and move,
She'd pose for me in her poetry
Like a picture, hung in the Louvre.
She was never ashamed of her body then
Though she lent it just to me,
The rest of the world was missing out,
It was pure idolatry.

I'd take her walking to see the sites
Where culture lurked in the gloom,
And art then captured her simple heart
As we'd go from room to room,
Rubens, Goya and Cabanel,
Titian, Goya, Courbet,
She said, ‘I want to be seen like that,
Preserved in a youthful way.'

We met the sculptor, Matthias Krohn
At a gallery in Berlin,
His mouth fell open to see Nadine
With her pale and perfect skin.
‘You have a goddess, my friend, ' he said,
‘I must capture her in stone! '
I said, ‘Can I come along and watch? '
‘I must work with her alone.'

I'd drop Nadine at his studio
Each day, and she'd stay ‘til four,
I'd ask her how it was going, and
She'd shrug, wouldn't tell me more.
‘The sculpture's facing away from me
I won't see it ‘til it's done.'
I could tell by the downcast look of her
That it wasn't really fun.

‘It's cold, it gets very cold in there, '
She said, when a month had gone
And that was the first time that I knew
She was posed, no clothing on.
‘I thought he would drape your figure there,
In something filmy, like lawn,
‘I told him I wanted the world to see me
Naked as I was born.'

The months went on, there was something wrong
The sparkle had gone from her eye,
The hair that had been like waving corn
Was now just brittle and dry,
Her lips were pursed in a moody line,
No longer glistened with dew,
I said, ‘Am I doing something wrong…'
‘It's nothing to do with you! '

I went on the final day with her,
Matthias ushered us in,
‘You've come for my greatest masterpiece, '
But all I could see was sin.
The eyes were cynical, looking down,
The lips were curled in contempt,
The breasts were pert like a blatant flirt
Who basked in her element.

I took one look at the parted legs
And reached for my girl, Nadine,
The tears were streaming along her cheeks,
‘You've made me appear unclean! '
Matthias shrugged as she rushed on out,
‘It's true to the girl I saw.'
‘Your evil eyes must have told you lies,
You've turned Nadine to a whore! '

She never came back to our home again,
She wandered the streets in shame,
I tried to find her, to track her down
But I heard she was on the game.
I saw her last, get into a car,
Her lips were curled in contempt,
Her hair was brittle, like faded straw
But she looked in her element!

29 December 2014

Sunday, December 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
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David Lewis Paget

David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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