Passion and gold dust break out of the sea
We two on our atoll’s windward strands
My girl makes high work of shoulders and hands
A lookout, main mast, a crow’s nest of me
Sky touches sea ‘round, with naught to seize on.
And she high up my neck, no ghost ship spied
Foam mermaids were swallowed, a sea witch scried
She slid off my back, a sybarites frisson
Broken bottle blue lifts the toile de jouy
She shook again, skin blue as a wave be
“The witch said I would be swallowed tonight
‘A man would pour me and drink me away.
‘Mermaid of foam and none to save me.”
She made no move to set the dress a-right.
About the Creator
Jeff Ford
Restarting Bio. Worked as a physician for about 30 years. Disabled. Now I write, because I can.
On Winning and Losing
Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
By Dana Crandell3 days ago in Writers
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