Shoal Soul
Apr. 6th, 2011 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
summer_jackelOk, so this is actually yesterday's poem---written at about 10 last night when I remembered NaPoWriMo only when I was almost asleep. A close save, but I made it---wouldn't do to lose it on the fifth day, after all.
Shoal Soul
What’s a soul? It’s academic, but for such a useful metaphor
the stories don’t give us much to visualize.
One day, after walking in the woods I saw
my essence as a school of tiny golden-silver fish,
their sides streaked all crimson and purple,
gleaming and shy, fast-moving.
Would you like me closer?
You could offer small temptations,
brush carefully through the water, sharing
still cover, a place to rest and congregate.
I would gather ‘round you, nibble lightly
flashing gold and purple as I moved.
Shoal Soul
What’s a soul? It’s academic, but for such a useful metaphor
the stories don’t give us much to visualize.
One day, after walking in the woods I saw
my essence as a school of tiny golden-silver fish,
their sides streaked all crimson and purple,
gleaming and shy, fast-moving.
Would you like me closer?
You could offer small temptations,
brush carefully through the water, sharing
still cover, a place to rest and congregate.
I would gather ‘round you, nibble lightly
flashing gold and purple as I moved.
