No rain in nearly two months.
The sunshine is glorious, but with no access
to an outdoor spigot or hose, I struggle
to water the garden’s plants.
The balcony is long as the house, my mistress’s plants plentiful.
She’s turned her back.
Again. Walked away;
we’re no longer speaking.
The watering can almost empty.
The balcony is long as the house, my mistress’s plants plentiful.
Berthe Morisot, Young Woman Watering a Shrub, 1876 (Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, Richmond)
This is lovely, and the repetition works so well!
Caitlin: All your feedback on my poems means the world to me. Thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment on them! I really really appreciate it.