bull-rushes all around and swathes
of dry wheat stalks almost obscure
the reflections of the rich owners’
mansions— almost— but
tonight
they are mirrored so perfectly
it is as if another group of elaborate
houses lies beneath the calm surface
a surreal Atlantis where I could slip
and enter the fantasy as easily
as entering any other village
the demarcation point where they
meet, a still distinction
it would not be drowning or death
but gentle in the undertow I’d be
taken in the rhythm of the bees
Sharon, this is gorgeous. I was intrigued by the idea of reflection being a doubling of sorts of the homes. But it was that last line, the "rhythm of the bees," that touched me deeply. Really beautiful work here. Peace, Amy
ReplyDeleteI married the "wonder" prompt with a list of words posted by Jasmine Calyx and came up with my own little wonderful moment:
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/01/17/family-affair-jazz-session/
This is gorgeous and amazing! I love this line: "a surreal Atlantis where I could slip
ReplyDeleteand enter the fantasy as easily"
And you ending is profound!
Wow!!!
Your poems draw me right in. This too is enthralling.
ReplyDeleteSO love that last stanza! Great write.
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