Saturday, November 26, 2011

One of the themes I visit throughout the poem is an image of integrity sinking in the mud. Integrity was the name of a trawler who met her ends sinking into the river mud in Penryn. In her day she was an impressive mistress. I was taken with the metaphor of someone losing their integrity as the poem unfolds.

I am swimming
making circles in the water
Watching splinters of wood wash downstream
in the moonlight
making trails like
through a
rippling sky

I see their source
poking through the mud.
Battered, stinking

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