Don't Go Near the Water
"Suddenly I had the revelation of how magical my pond is. I took up my palette. Since that time I have scarcely had any other models." Claude Monet (1840 – 1926) Mesmerized by Morning with Willows, I step closer, trip over the low guardrail and plunge toward the pond. I grab a branch of the nearest tree and dangle there, a panicking pendulum swinging above the floating lilies and swirls of clouds and insects. I glance helplessly around the large oval room at the other three giant Monet canvases and the milling museum goers. Wind ripples the water below my feet as I thrash noisily among the multi-coloured branches. Hello, over here, I scream, but no one hears. My arms ache. A curious blue frog watches from below. A solitary mademoiselle approaches and stares head-on at my plight. Help, I have fallen into this painting. She looks puzzled and asks me something in French. Apparently not understanding my frantic response, she wanders away to join her family for a picnic lunch in the garden outside. Ken Kibler Ken Kibler is a retired nuclear physicist, time-traveler, and sporadic writer who foists occasional self-published poetry collections on unsuspecting, but sometimes appreciative, acquaintances.
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