The sky is pale, pinafore blue,
the edges crimped like words
in an abandoned letter.
My other face eases
back into the water
a whisper condensed,
an object unquestable.
–
I call to her but she does not listen.
Narcissa, flower-eater, dream-threader
she transforms and persists, ever-present,
shining and vestigial, I follow her
in the hopes of drowning.
I follow her, heart full of echoes.
mindlovemisery 
I can’t come up with anything better to say than I love it. 🙂
Awww thank you!
I love it when you draw on myth for your poems, Yves. This is an impressive effort!
Thanks Tony! Life stress has been intervening into my writing time
Pinafore blue grabbed me – as did the other self – i can understand the urge to follow..it pulls so strongly and yet i hope this side of the water can be better sometime – an emotive and beautiful poem
Thank you so much Jae for your lovely words
So beautiful and full of deep feelings!
Thank you!
You’re welcome!
Very powerful, I loved the imagery and myth references.
Thank you =) I love myths
Wonderful imagery, especially in that first stanza!
Thanks Sara!