clear, cool, pool

clear
cool
pool.

with water that tastes
of musty roots
and bits of leaf
and mossy rock

clear
cool
pool.

with water that smells
of cold fresh dawns
and tepid noons
and dusty dusk

clear
cool
pool.

and in a corner
by the log
half dragged onto
a sandy bank

he sprawls.

shot through the head.

rebel. informer.
brother. friend.

clear
cool
pool.

[published in
blackmail press 26]


6 comments:

mesjay said...

beautiful. tragic. the deep irony and utter sadness is enhanced by the lovely, peaceful backdrop. the description of the scene and the taste of the water brings it all so alive.

feddabonn said...

thanks, mesjay! remember those hikes up in the hills to wah kadait?

Calliopia said...

Very poignant images here. And I love the ironic contrast between the outward serenity of the pool and what's happened at it.

feddabonn said...

thanks, C!

one does, however, sometimes wish one didn't have such images and ironies to speak of.

PnB said...

been a long long time since i read ur blog. i am sorry. i'm in sitaphalmandi. i like the punning with the caption for ur pictures. i'll comment once i've read poems.

feddabonn said...

thanks!

i live in west marredpally. should meet up, sometime. feddabonnATgmailDOTcom