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

 

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