Difficult to distinguish
dark, dark brown from burnished black.
I was happy there
My reflection stared back.
I wanted to kiss it.
I already knew there were countless shades of green –
pure lime green,
dark army green,
the endless mixing in of yellow
to invent more and more.
A snail with an algaed shell moved
as if in outer space.
I couldn’t grip it,
but I was so close.
Then I was right in there
amongst bouncy pond weed,
and those shades of black in close-up.
Some were just dark browns
but, oh the depth.
So cold amongst the stale green smell,
They shouldn’t have ripped me from it
just to wrap me in a stranger’s dog blanket.
Rough wool held me silent
all the way home.
The air had chilled me to the bone
grey dog hairs stuck to my lips.
Fabulous poem. I love ponds and staring into them. They allow the mind to wander, or not. I love the description of the shades of green and more. Excellent!ReplyDelete