moved by the beauty of a summer's night
she picked up the precious shell
and pressed it to her ear
listening to the wind wail
through the pulled branches from trees
singing psalms of abiding neglect
she marvelled at the curled backs
of the waves so high they almost hit the moon
the sky pierced with stars seemed a better option
a safer place with its meteors and milky way
flying solo under the radar loop
dodging knives and the telephone had appeal
slipping through the cracks so to speak
I love the beauty of this – images, language, ideas, the lot.
ReplyDelete"The sky pierced with stars" and more ... I so enjoyed the feeling of enchantment in this piece.
ReplyDeleteI can see it, hear it, feel it all--the wailing song of the wind, the waves reaching for the moon, the Milky Way... being.
ReplyDeleteThe poem created a magical enchantment till the telephone intruded. Was it on purpose?
ReplyDeleteThe ocean is my 'go-to-safe-inspirational' place ... your poem captures that beauty and joy in a delightful and satisfying way.
ReplyDeleteThe unfinished appreciation of a beautiful scenario , beautifully done
ReplyDeleteI hear the song in this, Cressida!
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