The Pond

Misty eyes watering

Turned away from the sun

Where it tried vainly

To pierce dark clouds

That shroud my tale

In a Gothic night

Seeking daybreak

Still, I felt it on my face

Caressing each pore

Filling every space

It’s warmth belied by

Shards of cold ice

Piercing my soul

Shards of loneliness, regret… guilt.

Ripples in the pond

Betray the little nibbling fish

Each a golden hued wonder

Each a rainbow hued wish

Looking down, I smile faintly

To see them circle wiggling toes

Dark hued eyes refracting

Reflecting my shadowed soul

I squish my feet into the soft bottom

Watching as a mini tornado of mud swirls

Silt, sand, grit … chasing minnows

Disturbing the shimmering surface

A watery face looks back at me

The Lady of the Lake

Here in my little pond

Prepared to lift a magical sword

From the depths

A sword which shall pierce me

To the center of my imaginary being

Suns soft warmth bringing a corona

A nimbus … surrounding a ghost

Are those tears?

Or merely fresh mist

Coating lacrymal ducts

Of a haunted water sprite

Staring back at me

Looking through me

As I watch it’s wavering progress

Through inner layers of regret

My reflection refracted

In watery wavery mirror

Backlit by dim sunshine

As the dust settles

Back to the bottom

The muddy bottom

Of my sorrowful heart

Picking up a pebble

I toss it

Skipping,

Hopping the tiny waves

Until at last it sinks

Into the depths

Of a mired bog

Each ripple a mini tornado

Rupturing the walls

Of my heart