Bridget floated, unafraid.
Face up to the stars,
awed by skies too full
of pinpricks of light to be
real.
The living ocean waving
up and down, gently.
Slipping to her right.
Sliding to her left in the
dark.
Drifting now and yearning to
stay here and just sleep.
Shadows shift below
while feelings sink within her,
raw.
Beneath, her, thick-skinned and cold.
Tail moving slow, she’s
circling now, drawn by
forces long ingrained in her,
deep.
Within her ocean home, she’s
slipping to her right,
sliding to her left,
shallowing toward tasted scent,
raw.
Grinning now and yearning to
open jaws and feed,
shadows shift above.
Soulless eyes roll back, empty,
dark.
Bridget floated, released to
face welcoming stars,
awed by skies too full
of pinpricks of light to be
real.
The dual perspective in this poem is stunning. The shift from Bridget’s serene drifting to the shark circling below is so seamlessly woven that you almost don’t notice the switch until it’s too late, which I think is entirely the point. The repitition of phrases like ‘slipping to her right, sliding to her left’ creates such an eerie echo across both narratives. Really haunting and well executed.
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The dual perspective in this poem is stunning. The shift from Bridget’s serene drifting to the shark circling below is so seamlessly woven that you almost don’t notice the switch until it’s too late, which I think is entirely the point. The repitition of phrases like ‘slipping to her right, sliding to her left’ creates such an eerie echo across both narratives. Really haunting and well executed.
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Thank you! It’s wonderful to see that you caught that, because I wasn’t sure if it got the balance right on this one. I appreciate your comment!
‘Luci
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