Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Poem from the Black Lagoon

I am currently reading "My Sister from the Black Lagoon" by Laurie Fox. The book, along with my current mood, inspired me to write some poetry. Here it goes.

For you, Not I
I am the monster from the black lagoon.
I lurk in murky water,
my entire body submerged to my eyes,
from which I study your every move
and I breathe through slimy gills,
slowly so no one discovers me.
But you do,
so i sink deep into the sediment resting readily
at the bottom of the black lagoon.

I am a doll at the bottom of the toy chest.
Body hard and plastic,
skin smooth and shiny,
eyes large and blank,
smile immaculate and inviting.
I am whoever you want me to be,
for you decide my variant destinys.
I wear the itchy clothes you last dressed me in,
I want desperately to take them off,
but my arms don't bend that way.
So I wait for you,
limbs distorted under the pressure
of all the other dolls crowding your toy chest.

I am illuminated.
I am the morning light pouring over the world like honey
the obscure shades and shadows of twilight,
the vivid blaze of sunset,
the gentle glow of the moon, kissing your cheeks goodnight,
and I am no stranger to darkness.