“Though lovers be lost, love shall not;
and Death shall have no Dominion.”
Dylan Thomas
Monet at Giverny
1-4 /16
1
his lily pond
a mirror shattering
shards of clouds
flames beneath the lilies
fractured fish
2
the executioner stripes evening
a+cross the sacrificed horizon
in blood we were born
in earth will we rest
our flesh turned to bread
empurpled this imperial wine
streaming with day’s death
these troubled waters
3
green footprints the lily pads
a halo
this drowned man’s beard
liquescent
like the gods
he dreamed
he walked dry over water
flowering goldfish
this thin line of cloud
4
maples flash ruby thoughts
ripples flowing outward
as heavy as a henge
this altar tumbling
downwards
through a liquid sky
rogermoorepoet 
I am trying to catch up on blog posts after a really busy day. This piece made me glad I took the time to visit and read, Roger. There is so much imagery to absorb and think about here.
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Glad you were able to catch up, Tanya; and busy is good — just not TOO busy! 5-8 /16 going up soon.
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Beautifully complex. ( ; I am not sure what these two lines mean: the executioner stripes evening / a cross the sacrificed horizon. Perhaps “across” ? Still, i am not sure what striping an evening means, nor why the horizon is sacrificed, or what that means. Doesn’t stop me from enjoying the poem, though. Thanks, Roger. -@
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Interesting comment, allison … I guess I am mixing metaphors and cultures here. The executioner also whipped the criminals during the time of the Inquisition in Spain. He was called a ‘painter of flesh’ because the flesh turned red with blood under the lashes. The a cross is deliberate with several meanings tied in, including the X pattern some executioners favored. Hope that helps, though I now think it complicates rather than simplifies.
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