Monday, June 30, 2014

The mermaid call

Faint memory
Of
A honeyed voice,
Some syllables,
Mellifluously
Undulating,
An unintelligible
Concoction
Of whispers,
Propelling
To fathom
The abyssal depths,
Impelled
Like
A moth to a flame,
Besotted,
I offer myself
For
Sacrifice,
Swallowing salinity
In supplication,
Consummation
Purging
And
Sanctifying.

10 comments:

  1. That was a vocab workout! Fabulous!

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  2. That was too good. Great work! :)

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  3. Mellifluous, yes! I feel the rhythm of swimming down, down...I just love that "honeyed voice," and how even now, it is all only a faint memory.

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    1. Thank you so much Jennifer so studying this piece in such depths

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  4. Ruby, I love the pull of your beautiful language and how it is reminiscent of a mermaid's movement. Gorgeous. :))

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    1. Thank you so much Jo. It is such a pleasure to hear from you

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.