Poetry Cave – Water Demon
Read Water Demon, a poem by Kristin Garth.
He sends them to her in the rain. Midnight
deluge of regiment, his reign. All day
they drop, in sheets, she hides. Arid, afright,
an adolescent osmotic bride — prey,
pale pores to penetrate. Her ceiling pounds
his proxies. Patiently, he waits. Won’t bathe,
can’t leave or he’ll get in. They’re in the ground.
They’ll seep in skin. Unblemished, freckled, found
for him; precipitation she is caged
within. Relentless rhythms, raindrop bound,
In bed, hidden, her fears by sleep assuaged.
Her slumber, dry, splayed limbs, in satin slip,
they ambush thigh, his soldiers, drip by drip.