[Poem] ‘Water’ by Ellen Conserva

I’m blessed to know quite a few friends who are quite good at writing. Here’s my dear friend, Ellen, touching her inner Neruda:

Your banks are dry and brittle
Deep grooves in the bed
Sticks and stones
Dusty alone
Lifeless leaves spread
Your wind is hot and yellow
It blows from east to west
Cloud and dirt
You sting, you hurt
In skin you press
Your vessel fallen on its side
Nothing there to slake
Hollow and hard.
Throat charred
Thirsty ache
In my flowing tears
Surging spring
My rain, my wet
Sweet sweat.
Fullness I bring
I fill your cracks
Your deep grooves
And empty spaces.
In all those places
I meander and move
I fill your clouds
And breath
And wind
With mist.
And kiss
Your death
I empty myself
To fill you up
I take your shame and shape
Redeem the rape
Become the cup
When I am present
Your wind is gentle rain
Your chalice full
Ripe for a pull
Your self I will sustain.
Invite the water
Beseech the swell
That pours you over.
No seeking cover
Drown in my well.

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