What the rusalka said
Rusalkas are water spirits in slavic folklore, often portrayed as demons or the the vengeful ghosts of women killed by their lovers, however it is possible that once they were considered gods.
men have called me
beautiful echoes
gold rose indigo
this vital flesh
sky’s shadow
mirror skin
vapor softening
my soft body
many long nights
beside this river
a cast down
feather-soft glance
watching fine mist
silver river halo
form from itself
forming itself
perhaps my heart
stirred in the torrent
rose
carried somewhere
during thunderstorms
rain sinks through me
reemerges where my form
becomes the river lost
hearts for the current
below the water
vast rippling disk
the sky’s dark belly
concealing iterations
if it’s true that once I was a soul
I think it is like drinking
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I like the shape of this poem and the slavic folklore the threads through it.
love;
form from itself
forming itself
Wow!
Mythical and wonderful
Love it !
Beautifully crafted. Your water images are ethereal and mystical, and the ending stanza circles back to the poet perfectly.