John Swain Louisville, KY Poet

Of These Waters
Sun cradled in the vast lake,
I waded to my chest
numb in the blue undulation.
An eagle courses the shore
before sharpening its claws
on a fish in the deep waves.
Paths in the dune grass cut
to the old camps,
I dug a silver necklace chain
from the ashen branches.
Day moon slow over the hill
as the goddess of these waters
comes through light.
I prayed with wild rose vine
to summon the arm I hunted
in the trees under the skin.
John Swain lives in Louisville, KY. His second collection Under the Mountain Born (2015) is available here or email

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