Sunday, December 6, 2015

The Sound of Sugar....Laura Stott



INTO THE BLUE

At the edge of a boat dock
the blue nudes look far down a ladder—

to where it hits surface glass.
They can see rungs barely

waver as their blue heads peer
over. Their own eyes

and the stars reflect in dark tide.
It seems they will be climbing

down into sky, one
blue nude after another.

It couldn’t feel anymore night.
Seals swim in their black

milky way. Sky ripples
with the color glaciers create.

One moon bathed, barnacled
rung at a time, the blue nudes

disappear, past mussels
in their blue shells,

kelp tangled in mid-air.
One nude stops at the rim

before arranging herself
over the side—torso twists,

as hands cling. She looks back.
It is this leaving that’s beginning.

Her hair blows in the wind.


About the Poet: Laura Stott received her MFA from Eastern Washington University and she teaches writing at Weber State University. Her poems have appeared in various publications including Hayden’s Ferry Review, Bellingham Review, Sugar House Review, and are forthcoming in Crate.

2 comments: