An unknown model, posed, half sits, half lies,
her flowing contours etching deep within
the movements of the artist's hand and eyes,
until her image, line by line, was there
upon the sketch book page beneath his pen.
Around him, life continued, unaware.
That night, the tilted shutters of his blind
were backdrop, as her ghostly form appeared.
In shades of grey she lingered in his mind...
Written for In Tandem #12 - why not come a join in? I've also linked this to Imaginary Garden and d'Verse-poets pub.