Where art thou, Muse?
In a season in Giverny
a winter writer's saules pleureurs
a thick of iris jaunes
fall's marguerites and marigold
summer's heat of framboisiers
Weeping willow that cache of tears
kitchen a sun-yellow iris welcome
nympheas the poem below moon's sight
raspberry bush blushing a crush of conical red
Muse, where art thou?
Dreaming a little old train to Pacy
recalled in souvenirs in Eure
l'atelier fleuri a Tissot memory tucked
sheltered beneath a cherry from Japan
Where, Muse, art thou?
At le vieux moulin along the Seine
on a barge nearby and dancing
the old mill repainted a thousand times
Monet's impression landscaped
Thou art where, Muse?
Among a candelier of pear trees
rows of pommiers and maple stands
pointillist protectors protesting festoons
a pink house loaning its lexicon of brushes
© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas
I wrote this poem for Carry on Tuesday, which each week provides a prompt that participants are to use wholly or partly in an original poem or prose piece.
The prompt for Tuesday, October 5, consists of the first four words of Shakespeare's Sonnet C: Where art thou Muse...? (You'll find The Complete Works of William Shakespeare here.)
To read other Carry on Tuesday contributors' poems or prose for Prompt #73, go here.