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In the sea cloud quiet place

written by: Lance Sheridan

@PlaitedPoems

 

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.

 

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Lance Sheridan

Lance Sheridan

I began lance sheridan® in January of 2013. I’ve had over two dozen poems published to date. They’ve been accepted into more than a dozen journals including—

The Mind[less] Muse
Poised in Flight
The BeZine
Poetry Super Highway
International Poetry Anthology

I’m sarcastic, have an offbeat sense of humor, a purveyor of words and imagery, love music, read, drink coffee, exercise, dislike ruffians.
Lance Sheridan

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