Soliloquy – Confessions of a murderous lake

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In the watery black surface of my being
there lie fragments of the moon I have swallowed,
gaunt and pale as death
the only witness being the silhouetted shape of the rising moors
their gasps conveying a thousand stories.

There appears to be no need of anemones
their short stalks of blueish green leaves branching freely
as October’s adorned with a strange yearning,
I have seen lovers loosen the space in-between with bare hands,
and words trapped along the corner of warm lips
I have spent many sleepless nights famished
to the point of starvation
for their bodies certain surrender in the ripples of lake.

Gray-eyed, the owl was her bird and olive tree her quietude
Athena unmatched in valor bested Poseidon,
I should know for I was awake in the bewitching hour–
the ruins of the castle touched by ghosts
but none ever haunted my thoughts as beautifully as her,
I have but very little remaining in myself
as Autumn brings about wild decay and the fading of days.

For the night is endless and the day forbidden,
rain in rivulets
blurring windows and a crying sky,
I wish to possess all things beautiful
crack my ribs to take in the aroma of twilight and conversation
that runs deep beneath the ground,
‘murder me,’ whispers the withering of decades
and later has acrimonious regrets and pins a purple heart on me–
the truth is I enjoy it
touching the light in a conscious moment
or do I?

 

 

Photo credits: Commissioned piece (untitled) @ mc__monster

Posted for “Kerry’s Challenge” @ Real Toads 

and Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub

44 thoughts on “Soliloquy – Confessions of a murderous lake

  1. Shawna says:

    “fragments of the moon I have swallowed,
    gaunt and pale as death”

    “their gasps conveying a thousand stories”

    “Gray-eyed, the owl was her bird and olive tree her quietude”

    “I have but very little remaining in myself
    as Autumn brings about wild decay”

    “I wish to possess all things beautiful”

    “crack my ribs to take in the aroma of twilight and conversation”

    “‘murder me,’ whispers the withering of decades”

    So gorgeous, Sanaa.

  2. Kerry says:

    I have but very little remaining in myself
    as Autumn brings about wild decay and the fading of days.

    This is really one of the most beautiful poems I have read in a long time. Your emotive interpretation of the art is sublime.

    • Sanaa says:

      Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kerry 😍 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹

  3. Kim M. Russell says:

    The title of your poem is wonderful, Sanaa, and I love that it’s written from the perspective of a lake which has swallowed the moon. I especially love the lines:
    ‘For the night is endless and the day forbidden,
    rain in rivulets
    blurring windows and a crying sky’.

  4. JIm Feeney says:

    so much in this Sanaa, but I particularly liked this:

    “crack my ribs to take in the aroma of twilight and conversation
    that runs deep beneath the ground,
    ‘murder me,’ whispers the withering of decades”

  5. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    As a body of water and the way it’s presented I really start to think about the river Styx and the ambiguity of waiting to bed shipped to the opposite shore… ending it with a question to me is the balance of hope many of us fear for whatever might happen after crossing.

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