The Elysium Pool

I've been reading a lot of Sylvia Plath. This is her world, mixed with classical mythology.

Water, sweet honey water!
in its silver caress,
slothlike hawthorns lie gazing at themselves
their petal eyes among the stars.

Those green vines
under the clarity of the mirror-surface
twisting, bending and opening arms, all of them
the constructs of a secret Elysium city.

Scuttlecrabs shuttle algae to & fro,
pondflies shiver cold ripples through a parallel world.
amidst this stilted chaos
the palmate newt suspends itself, watching

And with the black eyes of Hades
it gazes upon its own flotsam kingdom.
it takes something small and precious to understand
just how big a little pond can be.

Reviews

[The Wave]

Wow
Really glad I read this.

Overall, well written, has a good flow and contains great imagery.
The way how you described everything was simply extraordinary. You painted a clear, and beautiful picture using words!
Good Job