In the sea cloud quiet place- pinned 7 times on Pinterest

By the throat of the sea and gulls
seeking bōgs of waves, my boat
sits on the stump of shore, her
scarf in a breath of wind holding

Onto a bow of hemp, wood much
like dust in a kettle; yet it pulls,
this crimson weave, yearns for the
stone and clover cottage past the

Crow stalk and rain starved stream;
someone is calling from the flint step
path- ‘tis her, my love, barefoot in
paisley dress and black hair woven.

And i walk from the bōg of my boat
in the topple sundown from the sea
cloud quiet place. …her lips full as
honey and warmth like the white

Lake morn; in a time when stones were
rained away and seaman traveled, i held
her scarf alone in night’s eternal- now a
scent as the moonshade joy, breath of her.

Copyright © 01/04/14 lance sheridan®

 

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20 comments on “In the sea cloud quiet place- pinned 7 times on Pinterest

  1. aruna3 says:

    Firstly ,i should say you”welcome,dear on my blog with love”.

  2. Lovely. You paint such vivid pictures w/ words, Lance. I am at a loss to come up w/ adequate compliments. 🙂

  3. Beautiful imagery! ❤️🦋🌀

  4. Anny says:

    evocative images and in the background she who knows how to stay .Bella, in all her gait.

  5. rabirius says:

    Excellent. Congratulations.

  6. Greatly appreciated, Sheila! And, many sincere thanks!

  7. Susi Bocks says:

    It’s like I was right there! Lovely visual, Lance! 🙂

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