run down the length
of your broad-channelled spine;
and if your waters were your eyes
forever changing colour
they’d be emerald green,
brighter far than mine.
Until after a snowmelt
they would suddenly cloud over,
glaucomic, cataracted by
then would I listen, spellbound to your
your friend and only confidante
where winter water falls
and if you chose to share with me
your ancient water-wisdom
I would need no other bible, nor
any religion else.
© Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved
Written for dVerse
Grace is hosting Meeting the Bar tonight, and she’s asked us to use personification and/or imagery in our poem. I have tried to use both, though I have a natural talent for neither! I have personified one of my favourite rivers, the Sava Bohinjka in Northern Slovenia.
Also linking up with Earthweal’s Open Link Weekend #53.