“Pond of Love”

Once, my spirit ran free –

Amidst the Trailing Arbutus and Sycamore trees –

On the banks of the pond where,

Doe eyes of blue … floated in milky white skin –

Framed by cascading curls of golden light,

Smiled at me … and,

Parted lips, touched the Water…

To feel the swish … of the brown trout’s caress.

You were so strong and majestic …

Sleek and gliding in the ripples …

A cunning and coveted catch.

Yet, foreboding of an unattainable union –

Blew in like a lion with the March wind.

In the depths, under the cover of the fallen log …

A rainbow offered you the promise of a pot of gold,

In pursuit, you left to find its end!

I waited … through the storms of spring,

The draught of summer, the brilliant colors of fall…

To freeze in the winter snow –

As my spirit took refuge in the earthworm,

I felt all too well the curse of the snake …

Crawling on its belly.

Now I dangle as the fisherman’s bait…

Naked, numb and paralyzed with pain,

Waiting to entice you to devour me –

To finally take my squirming body …

And release my spirit in your excrement –

That falls to the pond’s silky depths,

Giving nourishment to the water lilies –

Blooming on the surface. 

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