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Jeff Reed

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Somewhere Phantoms

December 16, 2018 Jeff Reed
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There is somewhere an aged stone well

in a lonely grove of tangled trees,

faded in the shade,

distilling in the eucalyptus smell

a whisper-scent of cave,

 

where some little curious boy

has found the ancient well a toy,

dropping bombs with sound effects--

tiny stones, bark chips, shards of glass,

and any other splashables that he can find.  

 

He stands on tip-toe, single-minded,

furrowed brows aimed at the depths.

His wide eyes strain to catch a faint glimpse

of the plume of the down-deep splash;

but the dark remains impenetrable.

 

At least his ears are fast tuned in

to lasso in the cheery rings,

the echoing, the ripples slapping up against

the cold stone slippery sides until it stops

and flinching silence waits again a drop.

 

Over above this scene I sit myself

to see myself seeking then what now I have become.

Never once could I have guessed

through the thousand twists and turns

how the way would lead and how

the stones and shards would fall;

how the splash would coat the mossy ledge;

how the crumbling mortar on the edge

would flake into the damp abyss

somewhere drifting down to silt

to form a ground that I would help

to shape but never see.

 

The phantoms then were lines and specks

upon the eye against the dark

with no relation to the phantoms now

upon the dark against the eye

that I can see against my wish,

 

splashes reaching well beyond the well’s rough lip

with a startling cold, the shock of it

the familiar ghosts I know so well

still catching me by surprise.



This is the current draft of a revised and expanded version of a poem I wrote back in the early 90’s called Somewhere a Well. This poem is being rewritten with my current chapbook project Somewhere Phantoms in mind as a candidate for the title poem. The chapbook means to explore memory, childhood, and identity. This particular poem evolved into an exploration of the difference between the opaqueness of a child’s imaginative view of the future, and the visceral nature of memory looking back, especially in the bitterness of regret.

Photo Credit: Pixabay.com. Creative Commons License.

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