A Cave of Angelfish Huddle Against the Moon

By Ron De Maris
Put an ear to the light at fall
of dark and you will hear
nothing. This pale luminescence
that drifts in upon them
makes a blue bole of their caves,
a scare of their scything
tails. They tell
in the bubbling dark of images
that come in upon them
when light spreads like an oil slick
and sea fans
that once were their refuge
turn away.
Now there is no dark
dark enough for their silver tails,
scatter of color
(like coins massively
piling in the lap of a miser)
that was, in the day, their pride.
How hugely here we belong.
This is their song
in the silting
drift of the reef.
They have never seen the moon
nor the black scut of night, stars
spread like plankton
in their beastly infinities.

Source: Poetry (November 2003).

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Poet Ron De Maris

Subjects Nature, Stars, Planets, Heavens, Seas, Rivers, & Streams, Animals

Poetic Terms Alliteration, Imagery, Simile