For Miz Quickly’s Impromptu Poetry Day 15: Music
Lyrics of a song are like fishhook
hopefully tossed to center of pond.
Shimmering dance of silver flashes
through thickening layers from light
to dark, from midnight blue, then black.
At silted bottom anchoring itself
in stems of thought/feeling.
Better just now that music
which has no need of words,
but skims cool skin of water,
like an insect’s wake,
or dream-ordered touch of phantom
lover. Never allowed to snag
to full arousal, desire undulating
just beneath the surface.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/15/13
originally published in Splitting Darkness: Poems by Elizabeth Crawford 1999
Notes: Have always been drawn to song lyrics, for as long as I can remember. However, for over a year after filing for divorce, I listened to only instrumental music. The prompt for today was to listen to instrumental music, then jot down notes to form a poem. So, I spent time looking up and listening to much of that same music. What it reminded me of was this poem. I know that’s a cheat, but I think we are allowed at least one of those during this month of poem madness.