The Scene Remains: A Poem (inspired by Monet’s landscape painting)

Glittering reflection shining on cool, calm waters

Extending both north and south of the shore

Old-fashioned avenues juxtaposed for show

Jutting high into the air above Étretat.

Three identical boats dock, though untethered

Pointing toward the horizon of a new day

Cellophane clouds float past in clear skies

Wishing for conscious release.

She peers out from behind the blinds

From the building on the left of the avenue

Longing for her own physical release

From oppressive natures long enslaved.

The light winks on and off intermittently

Like some kind of obscure Morse code

A flittering, fluttering butterfly, light,

Airy, floating with the drunken breeze.

A steeple rises from the center of the lane

Possibly a church or a tower stately tall

For penitents or beggars to shelter near

Begging for merciful natures to emerge.

Glittering reflection shining on rippling waters

Eyes in a face long bedaubed in tears

Staring starkly back into those hazel eyes

Until she turns away

And the scene remains.


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