Surrounded by Monet's Water Lilies

Salle 1, L’Orangerie, Paris
(in italics: quotes by Monet)


I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

Seduced by a serenade of light,
land, trees, and sky dive
into the pond. We wobble
at the edge, nearly toppling in
after them.

The subject…is the light.

Lily pads link mirror worlds.
Lavender peace. We still
our sway, mooring ourselves
to a bench while other pilgrims
orbit us.

…appearance changes at any moment

Visitors hush to whispers,
suspended in the moment paint
touched canvas, even as we swim
in the light of a full day, hours
shuffled by art.

It’s terrible how the light runs out.

We understand why sunset
tosses its last gold coins,
trying to buy off the night.

© Tennille, published in I-70 Review