Wednesday, January 4, 2012

No Swimming


I wasn't prepared
for the curl of your river wet hair
against my fingers.
Or, for the thousand bits of sky
reflected on your skin.

And, as all of my years of kick and stroke and breath
left me
leaden,
you gathered me and whispered,

"Shhh . . .
It's only drowning."

A Magpie Tale

I was interviewed over at Real Toads today.  Mary did a fantastic job of keeping me from sounding like a complete moron.  Check it out!

26 comments:

Fireblossom said...

I see on your sidebar that you already have way over a hundred poems here! Wow, MZ! I think that's really cool.

This one leaves one both tantalized and uneasy.

ab said...

I love the imagery and sensory aspects to this one...wonderful!

Laurie Kolp said...

Tragic and comforting at the same time... beautiful.

Sylvia K said...

Beautiful imagery as always, MZ.

Sylvia

hedgewitch said...

Love the mood in this one, sensual and free, tainted with just enough of something darker...loss? regret? to make it real. Also amazes me you already have over 100 up--seems like just yesterday this was a brand new thing. Congratulations and thanks both seem appropriate.

Richard Cody said...

I am not drowning but drinking...

Friko said...

Lovely, but a bit scary. . . . .

Sioux said...

Lush and lovely. Brings to mind the gorgeous orchestration of REM's "Night Swimming."

happygirl said...

The starkness of the words and the stillness of the water in the image, chill me.

Dave King said...

Superb. I just stand and applaud.

Kim Nelson said...

A conceivable conversation between Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath, with slight variation. Inspired writing inspires me. Thank you!

Helen said...

Must confess to a fear of deep water ... not enough to keep me reading.

Helen said...

oops .. not enough to keep me from reading!

C Hummel Kornell a/k/a C Hummel Wilson said...

Absolutely wonderful! I have always feared drowning but you put it to words where I might be able to accept it. Awesome!

Margaret said...

I can't tell you how much I love this. You went beyond the obvious image in a magnificent way... something I am trying to do with these photography prompts.

Drowning in your senses, trusting the relationships... so very, very nice!

Fred said...

Nice play here. really like how it moved, almost as if you were swimming, The ending is great. Thanks

Ella said...

Dark and dangerous linger in the beautiful imagery~ Well Done~

Brian Miller said...

this does not sound like a bad kinda drowning though...smiles.

Lolamouse said...

This was rather unsettling. Of course, I am one who resists losing control at all costs!

Heaven said...

More than drowning I guess.

Love this MZ ~

Steve Isaak said...

Love this, perfect, wish I'd written it. =)

Ostensible Truth said...

woo think this was a great write here! someone above alluded to Plath, and it's what I thought too actually with those last few lines - very well done! and enjoyed the interview too! nice!

ds said...

Wow. Thank you.

Tumblewords: said...

Intriguing juxtaposition!

Other Mary said...

Oh wow, that is...adjectives fail. Love the phrase,' the thousand bits of sky/ reflected on your skin' and what an ending!

Anonymous said...

Oh my gosh, I started to highlight two or three lines. But seriously, the whole second half made me gasp ... especially the very end:

"And, as all of my years of kick and stroke and breath
left me
leaden,
you gathered me and whispered,


"'Shhh . . .
It's only drowning.'"

~Shawna
(rosemarymint.wordpress.com)