Dark Woods Yellow Water Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Dark Woods Yellow Water



His woods burn dark hot
And powerful.
The tree's have broad tops
That are sharp and winged.
As if they were named Ariel.

Green moss drips yellow water
Drop by drop,
Inside out their curved beards.
Old and new are entwined, together
Apart, as if green each bush is.

Water yellow,
Flows from her thick with fish.
Tadpoles and frogs,
Stuck in the necks of the storks.

Snakes large and larger still,
Where any could see, no one does
Or nothing of this is spoken of,
Because.

Smooth and round the hall in length
Is,
Feeling the squirts, fifteen or twenty,
Each time, flowing from
Away into the yellow swamp water.

Roots twist into thick, callused,
Bruised flesh.
Mirrored in the warm, humid air.

Shaped as if an hourglass,
Caught in between, the middle.
Going in and out,
Are the long dark salamanders.


Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017

Friday, December 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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