Shoal Soul

[summer_jackel]

Ok, 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.

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[summer-jackel.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm very pleased that you're enjoying them. I am somewhat less self-conscious about creating and sharing such things when I know that there's a happy audience. :)