Pickled Thoughts Without Fins

Salar de Uyuni photo: Salar de Uyuni ocuyuni.jpg
Image ~ Photobucket


I ice skate
on a salt mirror
chasing clouds

while drops
of blue sky splash
my ankles with summer.

Lost in the mirage
of pickled thoughts
without fins I skim

the briney surface wishing
I could dive into its glass reflection
to swim through the yellow sun.



©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Hannah has provided us with images from the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia as inspiration for our poetry. Hungry and Haunted

Comments

Preeti S. said…
An absolute favourite. The word play and imagery are truly breah-taking. Loved it!
August 9, 2013 at 3:04 AM
Unknown said…
while drops
of blue sky splash
my ankles with summer....simply beautiful.

I am not sure if you meant skim or swim in the third para.
August 9, 2013 at 5:07 AM
Grace said…
I like the mirage of pickled thoughts without fins ~ To dive beneath for the yellow sun is a meaningful and lovely close Susie ~
August 9, 2013 at 5:49 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
You have really channeled this picture in your words, and I love the way you chose your vocab so specifically to reflect the image.
August 9, 2013 at 6:16 AM
Kay L. Davies said…
Beautiful write, Susie. The first stanza reminded me of skating on frozen ponds when I was a youngster.
K
August 9, 2013 at 9:55 AM
hyperCRYPTICal said…
Lovely Susan, in fact, beautifully dreamy.
Anna :o]
August 9, 2013 at 10:01 AM
Marian said…
pickled! love it.
August 9, 2013 at 11:15 AM
Sharp Little Pencil said…
"Lost in the mirage of pickled thoughts without fins I swim..." Damn, Susie, you have such a way with this. You have matched the image with an equally enigmatic poem. Good on you! Amy
August 9, 2013 at 1:04 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
I so love the idea of drops of blue sky splashing your ankles with summer. Wow! Also the pickled thoughts without fins - brilliant! Your mind has not succumbed to heat as mine has :)
August 9, 2013 at 1:29 PM
Hannah said…
Swimming, like flying both so freeing and your poem definitely carries that flowing graceful tone, Susie. Thank you for writing!
August 9, 2013 at 3:04 PM
hedgewitch said…
Beautiful glide to this, Susie, and some striking phrases already quoted that match the photo in intensity. It would be a fine place to cloud skate, if you ask me.
August 9, 2013 at 3:16 PM
Siggi in Downeast Maine said…
I guess I am not alone on the imagery of
"Lost in the mirage
of pickled thoughts"

A wonderful post.
Thank you.
Peace
Siggi
August 9, 2013 at 5:20 PM
Margaret said…
pickled thoughts! Perfect.
August 9, 2013 at 6:27 PM
Ella said…
I thought of skating too!
Oh, I love so many lines~
Wondrous and gorgeous!
I will read it again ;D
August 9, 2013 at 11:40 PM
LaTonya Baldwin said…
Fantastic title and the poem carries equal weight. Like Kerry, most impressed with your word choices, how you interpret the image. Love what you do.
August 10, 2013 at 1:20 PM
Anonymous said…
Susie, I glided through the words of your poem, like a skate on the pond! :)
August 11, 2013 at 12:35 AM
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