Monet at Giverny 1-4 /16

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

Monet at Giverny
1-4 /16


his lily pond
a mirror shattering
shards of clouds
flames beneath the lilies
fractured fish


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


green footprints the lily pads
a halo
this drowned man’s beard

like the gods
he dreamed
he walked dry over water

flowering goldfish
this thin line of cloud


maples flash ruby thoughts
ripples flowing outward
as heavy as a henge

this altar tumbling
through a liquid sky