Beneath Frozen Waters Poem by Maurice Rowlands

Pristine pool
Quiet as a snowdrop
Nonchalant emotion, he stands and waits
“I am here” she whispers
A fool
Not from the man that he hates
But from the woman who he found
He thought she was bound
To him, but from Hell comes a hound
Into his dark being, a love
Not below but from above
But now
Frozen pool
She is falling
“I am here” she is calling
She couldn’t be his own
In the morning
The robin has flown
Night has gone
“I am here.”
He looks down

Did she drown?

The blood on his hands is frozen
Did I love her? I suppose then,
Why is she under
This frozen lake?

The winter vixen,
A mother, who can forsake
Her young, so fragile
Against the coldest winds
So agile
As strong as the snow
He looks down, does she know?
He sees her soft face
Beneath frozen water
Can he really embrace
His temper?
He could’ve kept her
But no
She had to go

Icy pool
“You fool! ”
“I am here, ” she whispers
Winter fog disperses
The ice cracks, he immerses
His being to be with her
Together they will wither
Beneath the dark waters
A love that is wasted
A love that he’d tasted
The most forbidden of daughters

Now both they lie still
Frozen and pasted
Beneath frozen waters