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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I’m sarcastic, have an offbeat sense of humor, a purveyor of words and imagery, love music, read, drink coffee, exercise, dislike ruffians.
- In A Plaster Sea - December 3, 2018
- A Ladder Over Water - July 8, 2017
- And The River Emptied And Silver Stream Awoke - June 22, 2017
