Endless
skies press down
with the weight of water
blinded and
betrayed by time
sanded
and salted
preserved, we thought
like a pearl of great price
lamented, but unfound
scattered
so far
my ribs
no longer know
one another other
Notes:
Dylanw is a Celtic god of the sea.
Please see Magpie Tales for more responses to the image.
Beautiful cadence and mystery in this poem, Mary. K.
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Thank you Karin. This evolved from an etheree I did for the Toads, “play it again.”
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I love the image, “endless skies press down with the weight of water”, and it is so perfect for the picture of the sculpture. Wonderful!
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Thank you QM!
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I’ve a personal interest in such a memorial; thanks for sharing…
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You’re welcome Berowne. I hope you write about it one day.
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I like it:)
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Thank you Danielle!
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Like all great salvaged sunken ships , this one will sail again
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Ahoy, matie! Thanks!
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superb writing
Ashamed
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Thank you very much!
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Beautiful. Your images are really good too! There are immediate impressions that Regine on rereading. Very nice blog.
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Thanks so much.
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‘Regine’ read refine!
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