Saturday, May 28, 2005

The Nile

The Nile

It seems my eyes are rivers, endless
and sun swept. Here - impossibly pure
and banked by sand,
is haven.

Limbs float, tentatively tied to
trunks deserted to new generations.
Half hidden, I am
the crocodile.

Yet, in the sifted silt
submerged, I am painted
a disarming shade of jade.


  1. disarming shade of jade...


  2. Thanks Berry :)

  3. Hi Erin,

    Thanks for visiting my blog. I was skimming through your poems, looking for a line that'd surprise me and I found one!

    "I am painted/a disarming shade of jade."

    That's hot. I have no idea what your voice sounds like, but I'll listen to someone who says things like that.