The damp air hung around our shoulders
like a freshly wrung cotton sweater.
The blue sky streaked silver halos
above our heads as the scent of rain
dispersed itself on our bodies.
You wrapped your arms around me
as an angel would with heavy wings.
I waited for a fog that never appeared,
anticipating a trespass into some netherworld
only read in books or dreamed about
in rapid streams of unconsciousness.
The white sail of a boat caught my eye
and I wondered what light house
had bid the boat farewell to continue on
and drift safely through salt clouds and mist.
I felt the pull of voices chanting in the reeds.
The glint of coins beneath the water.
But there was nowhere or no one to lay claim
as we were merely ghosts of ourselves,
floating in limbo towards any beacon of light.
like a freshly wrung cotton sweater.
The blue sky streaked silver halos
above our heads as the scent of rain
dispersed itself on our bodies.
You wrapped your arms around me
as an angel would with heavy wings.
I waited for a fog that never appeared,
anticipating a trespass into some netherworld
only read in books or dreamed about
in rapid streams of unconsciousness.
The white sail of a boat caught my eye
and I wondered what light house
had bid the boat farewell to continue on
and drift safely through salt clouds and mist.
I felt the pull of voices chanting in the reeds.
The glint of coins beneath the water.
But there was nowhere or no one to lay claim
as we were merely ghosts of ourselves,
floating in limbo towards any beacon of light.
Sandy Benitez is the founder and editor of Flutter Press and Red Poppy
Review. Most recently, her poems have appeared in Symmetry Pebbles
and Subliminal Interiors. Sandy resides in California but yearns
for the cool Seattle weather and walks along the pier with her family.
image - Flickr Creative Commons - Andrew J Sutherland
6 comments:
Especially like the end bit - the chanting, the coins. Very pleasing to the mind. Made me think of canoeing in Algonquin, across shallow plains of water, floating over grass.
Thank you for the comment Old 333, it's nice to know that at least one person enjoyed the poem.
@Sandy: Oh, I bet all the others are just bashful. That's what I tell myself as I post my own work merrily into the void each day, anyway.
Anyway, you are very welcome. I did enjoy it - so it seemed worth saying so.
Old, I was just kidding. Like you, I send the poem off and wish it well. Comments not required but always appreciated.
Good, strong work. I especially liked the way you weaved the concrete and the abstract together. Everything nautical in the poem exists in way that is both physical and at the same time symbolic without straining either.
Thank you Ben, I appreciate your comments about the poem.
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