Long and languid, a flexible liquid,
the lake stretches out completely;
white shadows litter themselves on the waves
while the moon overhead hovers strangely:
underneath the cresting blue
darkness is smooth and issued to
a queue of creatures misconstrued
as monsters all and in part due
to peoples' fear of unknown hues,
what lies beneath the cresting blue:
Women with serpents' tails, swimming through
the midnight water lathered in their lake-like luster
fluttering there to here and when-
flick of the tail and down again.
Thus playing games such as they will,
and singing songs but just until
the sun is risen to reach us;
they flee to a world underneath us;
a place beneath the Cresting Blue.
- Author: Noveyre ( Offline)
- Published: September 30th, 2018 19:38
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
You have taken me to this magical place with your words.
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