shipless

Heather T



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

  • Author: Heather T (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2017 19:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Frank Prem

    Very Siren-esque Heather. A certain sibilance.

    Nicely done.

    • Heather T

      Thanks for dropping in, Frank.



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