PORTRAIT — Summary

Mary F. C. PrattContemplative

ascribed to J. M. P.

She could be someone’s grandmother with her pink cheeks, white hair in a bun, the immaculate lace

collar fastened with a cameo. She sits in an old-fashioned lawn chair—a blue that clashes

with the blue sky and the blue flowers of her dress. Her lips are slightly parted in a slight

smile, but her eyes, as she stares at the viewer, are challenging. Both hands rest lightly on an

animal curled asleep on her lap. It is the size of a small dog, but do not be fooled. Notice

the fine brush-work. The artist has perfectly rendered each guard hair, each glossy quill.

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The poem describes a painted portrait of an elderly woman, and at first everything about her seems comforting: pink cheeks, a white bun, a lace collar with a cameo, a gentle half-smile. She looks like someone's grandmother. But the speaker keeps nudging us to look harder. The lawn chair is a clashing blue, and her eyes, unlike her smile, stare straight at the viewer in a challenging way.

The real surprise comes with the creature asleep on her lap. It's the size of a small dog, but the speaker warns, "do not be fooled." The closing mention of "each guard hair, each glossy quill" suggests the animal is something spiky, perhaps a porcupine, though the poem never says so outright. The speaker admires the painter's skill while also hinting at danger.

The mood is wry and playful, with an undercurrent of unease. The poem teaches us to distrust a sweet first impression, since this gentle-looking woman may be tougher than she seems.

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