A Paris Exhibition / House at Dusk by Jan Darrow

A Paris Exhibition

I planted flowers today
in my garden.
Nymphaea
from Monet’s Water Lilies.
The blooms
circled a stream of consciousness
altered by the willows and wisteria.
I watched for hours.
Altered blues morphed
into leafy lush and rose reflections.
The blush and shadows
balanced color changing greens.
Glassy hues.
Paint moved
like the summer sun
across the sky.
Irises crowned the edge.
Curved
brush strokes
splashed light.



House at Dusk

upstairs a door is closing
voices evaporate
the heat of the day is gone
outside
spent lilacs burnish color
onto panes of glass
trees spin darkness against the sky
the garden is iridescent
white clusters
of viburnum globes shimmer
in the filtering shadows
the earth shifts
you feel it if you’re silent
and then a gust of wind roars
through the trees
clouds move in but not before the stars
begin to move across the sky
they leave their pallor sails to the wind
while the crisp white moon
is forever moored to the tides

Jan Darrow is a Midwest poet that loves the haunting allure of abandoned spaces. She has been published online/print and has been nominated for Sundress Publications Best of the Net. Her book “Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season,” (available on Amazon) was recently recommended by Bookstr.