'Criticism of a Hollow Pond' By: TomB No comments

This was a poem I entered for a competition a while ago. It's inspired by the style of WB Yeats and written about my walk to and from the local pond in the evening. It's a spot for smashing sights, as well as doubling up as a dogging-spot. What more could you ask for?
It sounds incredibly pretentious looking back on it, but I spent a over a month endlessly refining it. May I present you with a 'Criticism of a Hollow Pond'

I

I wander by the water

When amber turns to blue.

The Earth and her Daughter,

Whose younger light that shines

On the eyes, blinds

The body’s confines.

It is then, my mind starts to cogitate

Nature’s attempt to germinate

II

In the air, where I now rest.

I shall not move, I shall not tense.

Floating-Swaying-Possessed.

The wind forgets my skin and passes as she please,

Rinsing me of this unforgiving disease;

Invisible yet visible-She transcends the human eye.

You really have to die, to perceive

The wonders that whistle-by.

III

The crackling stones stop –

When my hide sits

And my body drops.

Those tap, tapping waves,

Through the gravel it slaves.

Those pebbles, it brings,

The sounds that echo.

The pond that sings

IV

Those winged creatures that glide and greet

Without a sigh or a cry,

It is with them-I leave, with them-I retreat.

Terrifying up close/Beautiful from a distance

But the quality I treasure, is their acoustic resistance.

Oh, how tho’ those feathers plucked from summer’s white cloud

Make green this wolfhound, of their beauty renowned.

Existing now softly without any, but breath.

V

A change of scenery is due,

Thus, I tremble on the cold burnt ground,

Where humanity’s print punches through

My shoe, my skin, my keratin.

An irruption without origin.

A home away from home

Where only the travellers roam,

Their confusing faces and paces – What do I know?

VI

I wonder by the water

Back to when the void was void,

And my sanity, I had caught her.

I should leave the water

But as much as I ought to,

I cannot outrun my half-mind

With its tsunami thoughts

Collapsing heavy, like chains.

My mind now starts her unwind

Of the past behind.