Below is a poem from Boltoneer Emily Buras writing about Monet's "An Artis's Garden"
A (young) Artist's Garden, A Response to Monet's Painting
In a tangled jungle of sunflowers,
behind the red brick house
the trees follow daylight.
An abandoned work basket becomes old Indian ruins,
ripe for exploring.
Mud-stained, weary, his play clothes a mess,
the famous adventurer braves
garden cat attacks and
fierce cicada war cries.
Playtime lasts for weeks,
While fording the river of
El Dorado comes into view.
"Tea-time!" cries the queen of the natives.
The explorer sheathes his butter knife machete,
stolen from the kitchens,
and leaves the jungle for another day.
The sunflower trees turn to follow his retreating
mistaking him for the sun.
Join us this Tuesday, February 12, at 7 p.m. in the Honors Residence Hall RFL Apartment. We will be writing about all things love--both falling in and out of it. See you then!