Moonlight Scene, 1864 His moons appear to be suns lighting quays, ports, yards and ships. Full moons casting shadows, dappling tree trunks. His skies are groves hued by purples and turquoises, signature greens that lie between lime and grass. Vermouth! We hardly see the woman walking beside the canal wall until her child’s hat becomes a third moon, riding piggy back. Her second, older child walks ahead. The woman’s hand coaxes this figure forward, a folded triangle wearing a moon-coloured coat. Let’s take off our shoes, enter the house. It must be warmer inside. Chimney smoke rises. Well past midnight parlour candles fog these mullioned windows. Perhaps, in the confusion of land and water, this garden well past summer became a river complete with gondolier. You can see an oar’s stuck to its shadow, a figure land-bound. Judith Skillman Judith Skillman’s recent book is Came Home to Winter, Deerbrook Editions. She is the recipient of grants from Artist Trust & Academy of American Poets. Her poems have appeared in Poetry, Cimarron Review, Zyzzyva, Nasty Women Poets & elsewhere. Visit www.judithskillman.com
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