Sweet-
Red claws
Cover pink
Skin-meats.
Blue jewels
Adorn the
Sea queen’s
Precious head.
Blue that rings
Like majiks
Fizzles, fades,
And bursts.
Fairest of the Sea-Women,
Not mermaids though
(With their green greens and aquamarines)
All of these
Women have drowned.
You squirm in
Your failure-thoughts as you
Recall the sounds of
Pressure as your
Sisters drowned.
Disabled from conversing
Filled ears
Heavy like
Their screams the
Ornate blessings of
The deep are bubbles and
Foam.
Though, they will
Still sing to you, I
Think, at last, before
The gulls.
I have 2 agree the way you chose your words, were outstanding! Always, Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing to the max. I love your style.