March 2002 (inspired by William Shakespeare; and an eerie floating drowned woman in the movie Titanic)*
Adrift amid the bindweed, through the reeds, Watching the sky with deep unblinking eyes, She passes where the turquoise mayfly feeds, Oblivious of all that swims or flies. Red flowered chiffon billows to her hands Open like water lilies in the sun, Her skin's the colour of tropical sands, Her russet hair shines bright as copper spun. Fabulous jewels languish on her breast, Rich spoils of love rendered useless in death, Her parted lips make unspoken behest; The rosy portal of her final breath. Now all is cold where roiling passion flamed, As jealous earth mourns what the river claimed.