cover art: lena anderson
Ode to the
Pond at Giverny
by Wendy Elizabeth Ingersoll
Beside her willowed bank, the painter never moves his easel.
For hours he regards her: frame of boughs, Japanese
bridge, tousled grass on her shoulder, long sun and sultry
drift
of clouds wavering her mien. Mesmerized, he seeks the light—it
shifts,
sidles, skips across her brow, his brush pursues as time
transforms her countenance.
Closer, closer he bends his eye,
until bridge, bank, branch, clouded blue
all blur, and he woos
the very photons of light that kiss her face.
Attend: within their waves,
he finds
grace.
~ first published in Caesura
