Swimming with the fish in my hair,
The scales of a river ripple upon the dusk's fresh
I skim through, hugging kelp, breathing water.
What music is mustered in these hushed paths?
The greenery is lush. Mollusk-husked, I gather
Locked droplets plummet. Slime-slick flecks
Groping towards bottom, in this silvery dark I glow
My fins sprint, torch licked.
Driven flints of blue filaments flicker in this
Camouflage of ship-gripped reflections & wave
A thousand eyes beckon from the stillness of that
They throb in the current, correspondent to stars.
The dawn comes & you find them, a beach comber
Scavenging, your foot soles baked a tough ruddy tan.
Amid this glitter is my legacy:
The skeletal fish tails, shark's teeth, spines.
You collect them as shells & thread their glitter
Through a necklace.
They mould bronze emblazoned to the fire of your
You dance with this marvelous music in your air
Water damp hair.
That's when I sway with you, an evocation reborn
© 2003 Stephen Mead
Stephen Mead at 123Soho