I would like to share with you a poem that Anner Broke wrote inspired by Vermeer’s picture; The Milkmaid.
|The Milkmaid by Vermeer|
|It’s the bread I notice first,
gnarled hunks of speckled brown and white
basking in the revelatory glory
from the barred hint of window high up on the left.
In the clear stream of light, each crust looks alive,
something I could reach out to and take.
I want to crumble the earthy softness between my fingers,
releasing the heady scent of yeast into the Summer air,
and taste on my lips the warmth of the Low Country sun;
Even as I think these things I know
And for her perhaps it is.