|Jan/Feb 2016 Poetry|
Artwork by Marie Massey
Monet's father refused to send money,
the scandal of his son and Camille
living together unforgivable.
Hadn't Claude chosen painting
over his world of business? Now this woman?
But Camille loved Claude
as much as he loved both the outdoors
and her. There was no need for jealousy
or the expense of other models.
Invariably she fondly recalled posing
in a sumptuous red kimono
or standing with her parasol
in a field lit with poppies.
She never questioned Claude's loyalty
even after Alice Hoschedé
moved in with them, and Alice's husband
was safely dispatched to Paris.
Gossip may have been a thick perfume
in the house, but from her death bed
Camille watched Claude capturing
her faded beauty with his brush,
attentive as always to her