Morgan Michaels


Aquarium I - Poem by Morgan Michaels

Gallons and gallons of bubbly brine
liters and liters of precisely calibrated,
perfectly aerated saline,
I'm an aquarium
sitting high on legs of iron filagree;
an imaginative think tank
of quavery wishes and fishes darting like cunning thoughts;
drop me a pellet-
I'll dissolve it and shine
all the more clearly for it.

Like flexible question marks
through my corals, angelfishes glide-
unblinking rove their eyes
that notice everything;
they park, back paddle, squat
but can't decide
if there's life beyond the top.
'Oh, well, ' they sigh,
we shall know when we get there.'

Press your nose against my side.
Notice my bubble-maker-
its bubble-spitting pipe of plastic, clear,
its nest of graying angel's hair
wound within.
Don't you marvel I appear
never to tire of holding my gallons in
like an endless inspiration?
Well, here's the take-home:
a black bottom makes every color brighter-
flamier reds, azure, blues once pale,
irider oranges- (didn't you know? Hey,
and you call yourself a designer!)


Comments about Aquarium I by Morgan Michaels

  • Rookie - 118 Points Brian Jani (6/23/2014 3:46:00 AM)

    I like this descriptive poem, i can almost see the aquarium (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013


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