The Other Self

( Repost ) Somehow, her eyes expand with the disobedient sky and there, she senses urchins filling water on the lake her feet and thighs slide up changing hues, with receding incarnations of the moon. She bends down gazing at images on the lake as limbs turn into seaweeds, a mermaid in pain changing hues in the crystal white of sky… and the moon with slices of split mirrors burn on wiggles of unscented tresses in water. She dips her hands to catch the sleek tail in a plunge knowing not a word to describe the reflection on the lake, and witness the need to flow randomly in its entrance through the expanse of one silver sky… trying to recover glimpses reflected in the water. Without point of reference to unknown images, she vaguely remembers how transparently liquid the changing hues of the moon become watery like a hint of coagulated blood on a mermaid’s lake... and the laughter of the sky drips into imaginings. ....................................... * Written for a fantasy contest that was discontinued; its theme required entrants to describe one's mirrored image of the self. Few comments ranged from " Nice, but I didn't get it" to " You seemed to have overused the word "water?" In hindsight, I asked myself," what were you thinking? This is sloppy!" Jerry T Curtis' This Poem S***s Contest