My hand guides the bristles
Skimming the water in a cool lapis
to calm the rippling flares
that ride upon peaks of tiny finger waves
Beneath the surface
the tangled roots of water lilies careen slowly
through fractals of
sequin sifted sunlight splashes
of vermillion that trickle in honey embers from overhead brush
“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence”
I blink and a canvas appears.
Monet sets down his brush.
Lindsey Schaffer is a current undergraduate student and aspiring writer. She has one poem published in the online publication Rue Scribe.
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