SILVER PLATE LAKE
by rebecca ~ March 4th, 2005. Filed under: Beginning Spiral, Poems & art.
Below the plane
a silver plate begs
for coins
of constellations,
enough to buy feed
for the night mare
to ride into the forest
of glistening eyes
and sharpened claws.
With blind mutt’s eye,
a lake searches its owner
by scent and sound.
There she is! Wrapped in
riveted armor
and hidden in
ocean-rage boom.
Yes, I ‘m here,
my lovely one,
and I hear you
snuffling through
snow for bones.
Wait. It won’t be long.
In May I’ll submerge
pale limbs
in your waters.
Add a tinge
of blue beauty
to your immortal eye.