eel, she dreams.
14 Jun 2010 Leave a Comment
in My Poetry Tags: canals, dreaming, eels, fish, ocean, poetry, shipwrecks, sleep
The longest eel in a deep muddy sleep
Dreams she’s canal, dark, shiny and deep.
Along her mirror smooth back of the inkiest blacks
An upside down train runs on watery tracks
Distorting it’s way into town.
Ripples in windows swell out of their frames
Like glossy glass baubles…
Blown… so slowly… and smoothly…
From the steadiest… and calmest… the most patient of mouthes…
Swells them with care… swells them with air….
To a thinness…
That pops! In suprise!…
Startling all of the shy little fishes
One prettily swishes her tail as she darts
Down into the depths
Down here, where I sleep, in aquatic dream
That takes me, rocking in reflections
To a place in my head
Where shipwrecks majestic on ocean bed
Shushh out a chorus of rhythmic blue waves
To echo forever in deep coral caves,
Calling out gently, bow doors swung wide
For me, an eel to glide inside.
Maria Warren 2010
