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The Art Teacher

The Art Teacher

has left town

in her shiny Mini Cooper, starlight blue

headed into the city

She has abandoned the art lab

the student spilled watercolor trays

the stiff paint brushes

and half colored birds drying

in the air

Now escaped

she is

in full bloom

skirting the fringes

of a Renoir painting

Around the corner from

the art museum

the botanical gardens

beckon a solo engagement

with natural beauty

Her eyes scan

the expanse of treasure

of stolen hours

filling the canvas

of her soul

A freedom

she could now paint

away from

crowded hallways

bustling kids

the shrill cries

of adolescents

Down the stairs

she walks past

a perfect Eiffel Tower

in oil

right into

the most handsome face

a distant cousin

of Lord Byron, perhaps?

And on this day

a million eons away from

the mill and spill

of classes

the trying times of teens

The Art Teacher

prepares to depict

the wild beating

of her heart

at the moment

when love and art

collided

one brilliant autumn afternoon

in a blending

of pure perfection.

50 thoughts on “The Art Teacher

  1. Lana, are some of these emotions that you have shared?! I love the wild sense of freedom and abandonment of the teacher as she leaves the expected norm. A great poem with terrific lines β€˜filling the canvas of her soul’!! The song is another one of my favourites…a treat of a post this morning. Xx

  2. Love this one, Lana! Yes, even art teachers are people, aren’t they? And having her find Mr. Right on her stolen time away from students and school is just perfect!

    • Thanks, Debbie. Can you believe that I crossed over into the more sunny and romantic side of life, LOL. I am a certified teacher, but I work as a substitute teacher, so I often go in and wonder (as do the kids, ha ha) where Miss Jones has gone for the day. I like to imagine that they escape somewhere magical and extraordinary instead of a doctor’s appointment or business meeting. I wrote one last year about the French teacher. I may make it a series, but only for the cool subjects, I can’t imagine the math or physics teachers having any fun, ha ha….that’s a joke of course, if any math teachers see the comment πŸ˜€

  3. What a beautiful poem! There is life and beauty beyond the classroom! We never know where our choices will lead, but following one’s heart opens the door of possibility, at least. Loved it, Lana! ❀

    • Oh Pauline, thank you. Well, it isn’t based on fact, but who knows, there may be an art teacher that has done just that. The inspiration for this poem is that I work as a substitute teacher which means I go into usually a different teacher’s classroom every day and take over for them. I always wonder (as do the kids, ha ha), where Miss Jones has gone for the day. I like to imagine that the teacher is out doing something magical and unique and not going to the dentist or having plumbing issues at home. So when I imagine, I do it with flair πŸ˜€

  4. “Hey Teacher, leave those kids alone,” – so she did! I loved your poem, who is not happy when the teacher is not around – haha! Lana Year of the Cat is one of my favourite songs. Your poem made my day.

  5. These describe just how I feel when I create: “Now escaped / she is / in full bloom” and “a solo engagement” and “the expanse of treasure / of stolen hours.” No Lord Byron for me, but definitely a collision of love and art. Loved the starlight blue Mini Cooper… that one small detail pulls you in, makes the art teacher real, tangible. πŸ™‚

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