The Gulf of Morning

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The Gulf of Morning
___________________

She washes her feet
in the cold green Gulf
of morning.

The image hews a brine-rose, mused
ablack sea-wine hued headstone.
There, a lone red ray hoards
a bolt of shifting canvas –
where silt has settled in sand-glass corners;
where webs of threaded-light gild locks;
where wave beats the barnacle wall -
the ageless oracle scries, and scrawls
a name estranged to hope.

Beneath her feet, the Blue.

She washes them from memory
that sweeps her pale steps on.
Beyond the shadow-rock, beyond Shëol,
gleams She in the setting-sun's gown.

Now sailing through this hollowed moon
I swoon and part the stars of June,
and dream she washes still.

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Maria2394Maria2394about 18 years ago
nice

you didnt loseme on this one, but there seems to be an awful lot of hyphens :D

good work, you took me there and thats all one can ask from a poem

maria

My Erotic TrailMy Erotic Trailabout 18 years ago
the gulf

a very nice write, thanks for sharing

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
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wonderful word useage, your imagery is dreamlike...Sabina

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