the fountain

By JupiterMoon

Thu, 15 Mar 2012
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the fountain

trapped through the night,
the water rattles in the pipes
sobbing for release.

the moon glimpsed on high,
from deep in the belly of the earth.

sun up,
and the day breaks in clamour.
and an unseen tap, lever
or button,
awakens the flow.

like souls of the dead
rising through cold stone,
come foaming
dancers; born anew
each morning,
in cresting, spectral white.

the water has been
heavily chlorinated,
another attempt by man
to close the door
on the nature,
in nature.

it fails every morning.

as the water reaches high into the air,
misting the low burned sky,
all is alive.
all is grand.

Certificate U
Poem
Pricklish Allsorts
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Anvar2 on
Some beautiful images in this - I especially like the idea of the fountain waters rising like ghosts, as well as the ever shortening lines of the stanza about the chlorine. I'm not quite sure what the lines about the moon are adding here, but the overall effect is elegant and beautiful - makes you feel alive. Thanks for sharing.