"Koi Mistress"
Beneath my tower window they gather
in scarlet, gold parti-coloured coats
hungry for truth. I go to the parapet,
drop my grains into mouths meant
only for bottom feeding that gulp too much air.
Salted by their need for lies I cannot give
I am stretched and dried, hang hallowed and ignored,
till they demand to be fed their history written forward.
This curse I must live ripples as if the future is only a wave
in a flawed mirror’s silvered face. My darkness gives
depth; a shadow against the bountiful sky shivered
into shining ridges by their needy agitation.
Not accustomed to looking up, they don’t see my robes
of drab but only the colours of their own reflection.
© 2007 sue kay
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