by Beth Browne
If you were an animal,
you would be a bear
Not a black bear but a warm,
glossy brown
And the pond named for you
would be dark with silt
Reflecting no sky, or moon,
but thick like fur
And when I slip
beneath the surface
You will hold me there,
breathing for me.
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There is something very comforting about your poem, as if the person would not be alone. Interesting….
nice warm experience.
Darkly sensuous. Warm and cool, at once, together. Enveloping, but open to a starless sky, internal and external. Wordlessly wild, a sentient silence. I can feel but not know the bear’s thoughts, and so am invited to experience existence as he does. What a nice poem!
Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone had someone who made them feel this protected and loved?
The silty, unreflecting pond imagery is wonderful and completely in keeping with bear associations. Lovely poem.
Hi Beth,
I like how the bear becomes the color and texture of the pond. And how we are left to choose a name or no name for the bear pond – as we are ourselves with names but in our depths of no name.
Sometimes a dark surface is the clearest mirror.