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
luminescence
in the moonlight
making trails like
fireworks
through a
rippling sky
I see their source
poking through the
mud.
Battered, stinking
sunken;
Integrity.
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