national anthology of the best
undergraduate writing 2010

Queen’s Monet


Untitled, Lauren VanZandt-Escobar

the Queen loaned an hour
to observe a Monet
baby in the crook of her arm
the coo of the child
the moan of the Queen
(the arms of the Queen)
the tone of the skin, kin
to the child. She knew
the blue of the morning;
she knew of the dew
baby in the crook of her arm

 

the coo of the child
he grew with the moon;
he grew with the moan
of the Queen, the kin
to the duke
the duke of the moor
under the moon
high in the tower
and the Queen mourned the hour
she was locked in the tower
baby in the crook of her arm

 

alone with a Monet
and her hour on loan
she scoured the hour
to find a safe second
to give to the child
as she sat and she sewed,
baby in the crook of her arm

 

he showed her the hour
that no one could savor
the lost salty flavor
of sick stale seas.
The window lay open
no mind to the hour
the lost salty flavor
of windy stone tower

 

the Queen owed a favor
to the duke of the tower
and the moor sifted slowly, while
slowly the baby grew older
and softly the baby cooed
baby in the crook of her arm

 

the window lay open
blowing showers of water
past the wet cheeks of the Queen.
The moan of the Queen,
the coo of the child
were lost to the wind
and the tinkling of rain
dropped soft on the dew
shown stark of the pain
of the moan of the Queen
loaned of an hour
locked in the tower
staring at an imperfect Monet