Her curls blend with the swirls of the sea
Eddies swish 'round the pedestal
The tides call her home
But down flutters o'er her heart
As her fingers stretch to feel
The tickling of the breeze
Feathers sprout, wings unfurl, she rises
She rises with a cry, bright thing.
A sail from a distant vessel waves her farewell.
So she is answering the call of the wild. Stretching her wings signals the beginnings of an adventure. Wonderful take Cosmos!
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feels as if she has given up her body and as a soul merges in the sea.
ReplyDeleteI love this, from start to finish. Just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThere is a feeling of parting.. there is sadness and beauty in equal measure... love that image.
ReplyDeleteHer curls blend with the swirls of the sea
ReplyDeleteEddies swish 'round the pedestal
The tides call her home
This poem... is such an exquisite piece of work.. from the opening lines to the end.. had me completely.. mesmerized!
xoxo
A mystery - who is Kristine and what exactly is happening? And yet those questions remain secondary as your poem catches us up and enthrals us. (I think myself she is someone at the moment of death ... but perhaps, instead, someone having an imaginative experience. )
ReplyDeleteShe appear s to me to be some kind of beautiful woman immortalized in sculpture
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Wow, gorgeous launch. I wish her safe travels and great adventure!
ReplyDeleteShe appear s to me to be some kind of beautiful woman immortalized in sculpture
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This seems to be a parting moment, mystic, but engaging.....Beautifully penned!
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