Water as old as the moon

I'm only a wisp of light
caught in Lake Michigan's stare,

a black butterfly,
                         an almond tree,
               a drop of amber blood.

Bathe me in coconut milk
because my skin has forgotten
    how to be skin--
                           it is more shadow or reflection
                     or water.

Pick me up:
    I am a feather to some unknown daydream.

I want to make your heart shiver
like moonlight on a trembling lake.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Sounds pretty amazing. Here you've praised the an angelic beauty of yours. Yeah, may you soon get bathed in coconut milk cus it's all what that makes you more beautiful as same as an angel ever. I liked the concept and the flow of your ink. All the feelings, the expressions are well defined into the droplets of words by you.

Keep up the great work!

[Leslie Philibert]

Another great job, again and again we read from eglantine fine poetry..

[K. Louis]

beautiful imagery in this eglantine

[Clockwork]

I like the image you create wit your first stanza. Those lines have a certain gravity, which I really admire.

As I read this piece over a few times, the lines "Bathe me in coconut milk/because my skin has forgotten/how to be skin-" really struck a cord with me. I think they go well with the idea of disembodiment you established early in the piece.

What I also like is that the speaker does not necessarily get the closure of being whole, having one full manifestation. The desire to cause a ripple in the heart of others makes her live, gives her shape. You show that beauty is not always neatly packages for us...sometimes, we must search for where it is scattered. The surface of the lake you describe is a great starting point.

[eglantine]

Thank you very much!

[Clockwork]

You're welcome

[beautiful dreamer]

i love the way you describe yourself in your poetry its beautiful. great poem as always.

[eglantine]

Thank you lovely!

[beautiful dreamer]

awe thanks for calling me lovely

[beautiful dreamer]

and you're so welcome!