A Pool of Glass

Melissa E. Beckwith


A pool of glass upon a forest floor

Deep and dark as death


Reflecting no light

No life within


Reflecting only what others cannot see

Not sun, moon, stars or trees


Its smooth surface beckons those near

Like a lover’s caress


What is left is seamless darkness

Stillness unfathomable


Peer into the dead water

Try to see what it conceals


Lean over the slippery banks

Lean over the fingers of roots




Closer still


It is not light’s refractions you see

It is not an echo of things seen


From out of the still darkness

Hot light shows forth

Reveling what was hidden


Out of the light

Steps a fetid heart running for shadows