Lemons in a Basket
On a blue-rimmed
kitchen window ledge,
in a white stucco and limestone
Portuguese village,
a basket of lemons
presents possibilities.
A hand pulls one in.
I hear the swish of a knife.
Pie? Lemonade?
One idea will be squeezed
Into reality.
Monet’s Hens
Pecking about the paint box garden
rosy red hens stand out among the
whites and yellows,
hide themselves amid the
sturdy reds, violets,
waiting for Monet to open the
gate to follow him across the road
to the water garden where they
can feast upon new varieties
of six-legged prey, clucking
among themselves over
waterlily beauty as they strut
across the green Japanese bridge
until Monet chases them back
to their house-side coop
or like his lilies, paints them on
canvas, using those colors they
are peck, peck, pecking away.
Joan Leotta is a writer and story performer who loves to travel! Her articles, essays, and poems have been widely publisehd, including in Hobocamp Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Washington Post, Sassee Magazine, and many others. On stage, she tells personal and folk tales of food , family, travel, and strong women. Her favorite souveniers are photos, recipes, and seashells.
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