dashed against the rocks
a swath of lilting sail
tilts a cheek
and wets her hair
twining ink
against the sea
and still she lists
a silent siren
on doubting days
sibilant waves
wash her back
to me
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Author:
Heather T (
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Comments1
Very Siren-esque Heather. A certain sibilance.
Nicely done.
Thanks for dropping in, Frank.
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