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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Tuesday Poem: 'Vermont Mermaids' - Brett Elizabeth Jenkins

The night of course dampened by liquor. Hot breath of the summer
trickling our necks. We follow close behind in this new Eden,

tramping down the saplings. Some of us without shoes, the big breast
of the moon cracked open in front of us. We approach the lake;

night water, wisp of fog. Look, our clothes
there on the banks. There are no clouds. The moon allows us

to see all of it, all of us. We swim to the middle, Vermont mermaids,
buoys of light. Imagine us drifting

to the bottom. How we could swim under there.

Brett Elizabeth Jenkins lives and writes in Minnesota. She is the author of the chapbook ETHER/ORE. Look for her poems in Beloit Poetry Journal, Potomac Review, PANK, elimae, RHINO, and elsewhere. You can visit her here:

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  1. A wonderfully expressive way to describe a moonlit
    skinny dip, the ne'er a care way they trampled the saplings...focussed on what they were about...
    'the moon's breast cracked open'. Lovely Poem Leah.

  2. Oh, I adore this! The slipperiness of the form & the relaxed, heightened awareness matches the alcohol-tinged swim beautifully. And that last line is just killer.