The Girl With The Pearl Earring

D David Wood David Wood
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What was she thinking, sitting there? Her blue and gold head scarf hanging Down her back, that pearl earring, those Bright red lips drawn slightly apart. Was it a worried look on her face? A look Of a servant girl about to be found out by Her mistress wearing THAT earring. Those Deep brown pleading eyes looking at Vermeer With affection waiting and wanting to be loved. How many times had she sat there posing for Him to paint that beautiful face whilst the Mistress of the house was away? And what did his wife think on first viewing The painting? Was she pleased, jealous, Upset, angry? And what happened to the girl? There is more to a painting than what you see.

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