Monet at Giverny 13-16 /16

“Though lovers be lost, love shall not;
and Death shall have no Dominion.”
Dylan Thomas 

Monet at Giverny
13-16 /16


fish aloft like birds
skimming wet sunshine

spring’s first swallow
rising from the depths
to snatch a golden note
quivering in the air


thunder raises dark ripples

lightning a forked tongue
insinuated into paradise

an apple tossed away
caution thrown over the shoulder
as sharp as salt


winds of change

that first bite
too bitter to remember


timeless this tide
this ebb and flow

oh great pond-serpent

biting yourself



18 thoughts on “Monet at Giverny 13-16 /16

    • Dylan Thomas was born in Swansea (as I was), and I have long been enamored of his poetry. I have used lines from his poetry as titles for my works on a couple of occasions and I have based some of my rhythms on his, though in part it is the natural rhythm of the Welsh with which I grew up. Alas: my work will never be as good as his … but I keep on trying!!!!


    • Thanks, Tanya. There is something eternal about the painter’s image trapped in the water’s mirror. I am so glad you like this poem. I remember it when I see the paintings and I recall the paintings when I re-read the poem. Another of nature’s cyclical movements.

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  1. Thanks, Meg. These four short poems complete the sequence of Monet at Giverny. When I read it in public, I ask the audience to close their eyes and listen to the colors. It is a verbal kaleidoscope when performed this way.


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