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Water Nymphs

After Gustav Klimt

 

Limbless, bobbing

heads

float in lime-green

algae glades

back-lit

by shafts of silverfish.

They might

be

mermaids trailing tails

of black hair

or wild women

hiding

their murky shame.

Decapitated

they call to mind

John the Baptist

or Orpheus in the river.

Murderesses

maybe?

High-collared ladies

silhouetted

in fur

they are transformed

to tadpoles, or sperm.

Angel or animal?

Victim or killer?

Their dark, ungraspable

shapes

soft or firm

snare us

make us shudder