Water on the Mercury Fountain by Sophie Levine

Mar 9

1 min read

I don’t care for golden Hermes

aloft, adept with

glory, gifts

rising tall with sculpted confidence

from an etched pedestal

Rather,

I like to see the water

streaming endlessly

along polished bottom sphere

and drip in scattered ribbons

from the waterworn ledge

I like to watch the droplets

plunge with clumsy grace

into waiting pond below

then leap back up

as molten tentacles

the concentric ripples always

flowing

lapping

disappearing

as if they know how

significant

their insignificance

Recent Posts

See All

Quiet in the Wetlands by Evan Schwartz

The reeds swayed to the side, Slow dancing in the breeze, The land just beside, The South Jersey sea. The sun shined on the Wetlands, On a sweltering summer day, “Saltwater floods the sand,” Was

Quarrel by Nadja Kottak

Does it kill you Or make you stronger? Break you down- And bring you back up again? Does it brighten your life? Or darken the clouds- And make it harder to breathe? Maybe it just sits there Like a sec

Let it Snow by Xavi Burde

Flowers wither, flowers bloom. Thus I rise. Speak your wish. I was told life is like the seasons, an infinite cycle. Yet somewhere along the way, my world was reduced to fields of frozen white.

EIDOLON

The