The Terrace / Poetry by Nicole Moore
Nicole Moore is a proud intersectional feminist, dog enthusiast and MFA student at Spalding University from Los Angeles, California. 'The Terrace' portrays her relationship with her white mother as a mixed race woman.
A replica of Renoir’s “Two Sisters On The Terrace,” its wooden frame worn, hangs,
nailed to the off-white wall, once beige, now yellow sun faded.
When I was a child, clutching to her
freckled hand, my mother told the uninterested Goodwill clerk the painting
was a portrait of us.
She, unaware of the title, misread
the relationship between the pair,
their icy skin flushing pink peony, eyes, blue velvet, matching
sensible smocks, honey hair curled soft, oil paint piled
thick. The older of the two bears resemblance
to my mother. Full lips berry stained sweet. Light eyes petal soft,
whites shining stern.
I have yet to find my face, honey glazed almond eyes,
my father’s Filipino nose just off-center, in its’ swirling
of deep navy blurring into muted sand-grit apricot.
Brown is seen only
in soft strokes depicting ropy vines intertwined
with terrace railings. As a child I longed
for my mother’s sweet cream skin, longed for her ability to blend in
amongst the honey haired.
Words by Nicole Moore
Edited Hannah Crosbie