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.
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.
That was a vocab workout! Fabulous!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for stopping by.
DeleteThat was too good. Great work! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Soumyaa
DeleteMellifluous, 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.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jennifer so studying this piece in such depths
DeleteBeautiful, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm
DeleteThank you so much Jo. It is such a pleasure to hear from you
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