Highlighted Writer #3 – Kathy Low
I really enjoy the way Kathy spreads her words across the page, so the eye is constantly moving from sense to sense, following the thread of the poem. There are huge perspectives of ocean and horizon, which contrast brilliantly with that quiet, interior, candelit ending.
Fragments of Water.
under the surface, deceptive calm,
the treachery of the long forgotten.
A squall may engender a stirring of silt.
Beware of what may surface.
iron clouds close down the day.
The air fizzles with skin crawling energy.
Deafening light fills my being
and unleashes curtains of water cascading and battering
and the dying bird at my feet.
The pale ocean stretches to the perfect circle of the horizon
a thousand miles from land.
Who knew the truth could be so wondrous?
Fish are gliding, glistening,
hold the candle.
Thick silence behind his words.
Sweet oil on skin, soft intake of breath.
Attentiveness and wandering thoughts mingle
in the stale incense.
A sudden cry as chill water awakens.
Ego te baptizo in nomine Patris.