Under the lotus plants he lies, in the shelter of the reeds and in the marsh. For his shade the lotus trees cover him; the willows of the brook surround him. – Job 40:21-24
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I wonder if Monet ever thought That among the two hundred and fifty Paintings of water lilies that he caught Something more than his pond in Giverny-- That lurking beneath the pond’s surface, there Might be something in the edge’s dark hues, A hiding hippopotamus somewhere, Silent in the shade of deep greens and blues? And I wonder if the leaning into The beauty of that place with a palette knife Whether Behemoth rose up, charged, broke through The still surface with the terrors of life: His mother dying or his wife's last breath, To swallow him again in grief and death? © Randall Edwards 2021
Artwork: Claude Monet, “Le Bassin aux nymphéas, harmonie vert”