everything return and
goes to loaming in under—
call rook or declare crow
truth is of water
unstirred by eddy
as by the reeds her
shallow barge flows
half-sick of shadows
she whispers, lips dry
as she rivers through
i, too, grow
half-sick of shadows
aching for the moon
half-sick
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‘truth is of water’
Great line, and, for me, double-edged; truth as purity but also truth as ever-flowing and thus ever changing.
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Thank you Chris. Wonderful interpretation 🙂
Gotta say it as it feels.
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this reminds me of about three paintings by John William Waterhouse all merged into one… so good! Linda 🙂
Thank you.
This piece is, in part, influenced by The Lady of Shalott (Tennyson poem and the Waterhouse boat painting of the same name), so good catch there. There are other influences that I drew upon as well, of course, but your intuition was largely correct 🙂
It was wonderful – I love that it can hold so many resonances while also being unique in its own right – clever you! 🙂