You can hold stillness like water in a glass
or a church where the air’s so thick with prayers
you breathe them in.
You can hold stillness like the pause between notes
draw it out like the moment before new drifts of snow are broken
by eager feet.
You can hold stillness like you hold the hand
of one who is waiting and needs you
for what will come.
Nympheas: Musée de l'Orangerie
All walls fall away
and there is only water
swallowing the eye
thick paint layered
an aquarium of light
brush strokes like fishes
lake and sky alike
coloured dark as plums, bruises
night snagged in pigment
cross horizontal lily pads
clouds drown in water
the lake is full of the sky
falling then soaring.
Nick Browne is an established novelist and aspiring poet and poetry critic. Nick’s work has appeared in Acumen, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Snakeskin, Blue Nib as well as being anthologised in Bollocks to Brexit, Eyewear’s ‘A Poet’s Quest for God’ and in Indigo Dream’s collection ‘Dear Dylan.’