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Portraits of Joan of Arc
Peasant girl.
Mad.
Woman soldier.
Saint.
Loved by a murderer.
On speaking terms with angels.
Her heart did not burn,
but the only portrait
drawn of her from life
was lost.
The closest thing is one from 1485
where her hair is drawn from her stylized face.
She seems at home in armour
and with a sword.
Her heavenly friends
are right by her ear
on the banner she carries.
Ingres paints a dignified picture –
of Joan on the day her king was crowned –
he’s nowhere to be seen –
the feeble consolation of history
choosing a favourite.
Here she is soft-cheeked, and yet hard –
her stance impressive enough
to keep one’s mind off the impossible waist,
the discreet halo showing
there’s much more going on
than an official scene.
I like the Millais –
where she is vulnerable
and she is warrior.
How subtle
to paint her hair like that –
avoiding all explicit
signs of holiness.
From a distance,
her face looks anguished,
but if you look closely,
you’ll see that she is calm,
determined,
listening.
The armour is inaccurate in every portrait,
but, here,
her face brings me to peace
with the thought
that I can never know who she was.
Of the love God had for the English
she knew nothing.
Of the love God has for us all
I know nothing.
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Anca Rotar is a Romanian-born writer, over-thinker and caffeine addict. She is the author of two books, Hidden Animals and Before It Sets You Free, both available from Amazon.com. Among her interests, which she finds it hard to shut up about, she counts fashion, yoga, city breaks and deadpan sarcasm. She is also currently studying Japanese, so wish her luck. You can sample bits of Anca’s creative writing here.
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