and then the waves
pulled at my legs
slipsand and under
cold against my groin
leaving a wonder of whys
at the end of day
would even the sea
leave me under
a cascade of stars
under a cascade of stars
5 responses to “under a cascade of stars”
Ooh, I wish I’d written this. It would fit nicely with my ‘water’ theme!
Great piece, Michael. Is it better to let the sea carry one where it will and leave everything behind. Perhaps.Thank you, Chris. I was feeling rather sea yesterday evening, as opposed to stone, crow or root.
Oh Fucsia! and all that, you know, though there was nary a castle in sight 😉
And then, through the mist…
Those darned castles. Always appearing through this mist or that fog under a full moon. Tempting to explore until you hear wolves and someone saying “Listen to the children of the night, what music they…” and right off I go in the other direction with a bit of a jaunt to my step, hoping to escape with my neck unpierced and me in something other than thrall.
🤣…and yet frighteningly accurate
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