LoveTrips-Egypt-English-Drowning-vs-death-by-fire-poetry-running-along-the-edge-of-a-wet-pool-deck

Running along the edge of a wet pool deck mid Summer

I used to say I’d rather drown

than die by fire— be charred beyond recognition by flames.

Yet now,  I stand self adducing—

spewing from my mental time after time that I rose from those blazing snares

purged, scourged, blackened with soot; but exculpated and true.      And now the solace I thought was to come upon drowning seems quite vindictive as I thrash about the relentless waves cast up from Haides’ seas of mist and darkness. Sweet sounds of Seirēns tease the thistles my ears and for moments brief, but always sure, I feel the tide changing. Shifting. Gentle.      I float

and then the drowning commences once again.

—♥ E.


The Ineludible Purging of Seaera Marie

© 2016 E. English Publishing Group

4 thoughts on “Running along the edge of a wet pool deck mid Summer

♥ We welcome your thoughts . . .☺

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s