Lady in the Tower
I don't want to be saved.
I spin poems out my casement
like hair to reel word-lovers in.
Magic writhes eel-like.
Everything glows with it,
phosphorescent plankton lighting waves.
Sunlight filters through kelp forests.
Silver-scaled minnow schools circle widdershins.
Love in the world hums incandescent.
Stories clamor to be told,
easy as picking up periwinkles.
Delight in not being dead yet.
Blood rises like hurricanes out of the sea.
Hold each moment at arm's length.
Write it down, or time escapes,
watercolor washed from brushes,
world-hues swirling away.
Take this mint leaf. Sap glows
in veins, taste aromatic,
still alive. Take these lines
still savoring of me, Take
the light that spills through my brain,
overflow words, wonder that is me.
Eat. Drink. Read. See.