Isabella’s Ghost

File:Nicolae Tonitza - Spaniola.jpg

She wore a chignon in her hair
pulling it tightly from her face
Aragon’s image, caressed by time
the walking ghost of Isabella.

She moved along with quiet grace
each motion filled with dignity
usually found in royalty
yet easily and naturally.

Watching closely one could see
the aura that surrounded her;
stepping aside as she approached
making a way for her to pass.

Briefly thought of her as young
mantilla in hair, black fan in hand
entering the ball with confidence
all eyes upon a woman of substance.

Then she was gone on the I.R.T.
moving north to Spanish Harlem
stared at me through the closing doors;
Yes, I am everything you see.




About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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4 Responses to Isabella’s Ghost

  1. beetleypete says:

    I love the painting. It looks Art Deco in style. (At least to me…)
    Those moments glimpsed, how easily they are recalled in later life.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

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