Transubstantiation
Slumped by the
pool she let
hold her face
Rising from
among the
rocks and weeds
a hand reached
Lingering
Beckoning
Calling her
Down into
cool, cool water
Hand in hand
two dancers
they swam
Kissing the
feathered feet
of boatmen
Nipping at
the spinning
blossem tresses
Cast by ghosts
of trees
Skin dappled
wearing the
rich textures
of earth.
Coils of land
slipped away
loosening
their grip
Weightless she
forgot her legs
In the spring
she found a
lover amber
eyed and a
broad stiff snout
pool she let
hold her face
Rising from
among the
rocks and weeds
a hand reached
Lingering
Beckoning
Calling her
Down into
cool, cool water
Hand in hand
two dancers
they swam
Kissing the
feathered feet
of boatmen
Nipping at
the spinning
blossem tresses
Cast by ghosts
of trees
Skin dappled
wearing the
rich textures
of earth.
Coils of land
slipped away
loosening
their grip
Weightless she
forgot her legs
In the spring
she found a
lover amber
eyed and a
broad stiff snout
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 6/28/2005 07:00:00 PM
15 Comments:
"Skin dappled
wearing the
rich textures
of earth. "
wow, this is very sensual and such great imagery from reading it.
great poem :)
"In the spring
she found a
lover amber
eyed and a
broad stiff snout"
delightful! *clap,clap,clap* :)
could you explain to me the title of this poem though, please?
Gulnaz chose the line that stuck out in my mind. I would say delightful also, but i will add pleasant and adorable.
Lorena I'm glad you feel that, there is something sensual about the graceful movements of fish, and the way light changes as they move.
Gulnaz Transubstantiation is the name given to the Christian belief in the transformation of wine and bread into the body and blood of Christ, the theory which some Christians see as more symbolic is that it becomes these things without changing its appearence. So hopefully I haven't offended anyone with the transformation of my woman into a fish.
Neel thankyou, I tried your recipie it was great.
Nice to meet you Potted flower please feel free to call again
the idea of human being able to become fish like has always been a fascination to me what with mermaids and mermen. this piece is sensual but also so warm and gentle and thankfully singularly lacking any 'male' notion of sensual.
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CJ me too, I love the myths about mermaids changlings and magic. Down by the pond at the back of scool there's a wild shaped tree that trails in the water like a girl bending with her hair trailing down.
thanks for the explanation and i like that tree by the pool in your school yard.
insightful, I love how your image have been potrayed so lightly in a very remarkable way...(hope my spelling is okay, I tend to be lost without spell-check)
Gulnaz perhapse she became a tree after she was a fish, and perhaps she needs a human touch to release her.
Iamnasra, as I can't spell anyway I shan't be able to tell and I wouldn't mind if I could
i like this. sensual and magical...
Hi Amie, the wood is a very magical place it's like the whole place holds its breath
Sue, you have such a touch. It is like you are stroking the myth and imagination that can be accessed from ordinary things. When you softly run your hand across them, they respond and rise up for us to view. They live and purr and come to rub against our legs for more. Your access to this world is a priviledge you share with us and we are never sorry.
Another wonderful poetic experience, Thanks!
Hi Russel lovely to hear from you thank-you love the idea of a poem rubbing round your legs and purring has to be the ultimate poemcat
Nice to meet you Gama feel free to come over from Russel's anytime
Potted flower always glad to oblige
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