Memory
her life
was wrapped up
incomplete
and
burned
ashes scattered
to the pellucid sea
nibbled briefly
by the fishes
some nights
she still lives
here
in the ebb and flow
of fluttering
yellow candlelight
was wrapped up
incomplete
and
burned
ashes scattered
to the pellucid sea
nibbled briefly
by the fishes
some nights
she still lives
here
in the ebb and flow
of fluttering
yellow candlelight
posted by MB at 9:21 AM
4 Comments:
"in the ebb and flow
of fluttering
yellow candlelight"
My favorite part. It's as if the light is a memorial of her comings and goings, like the waves that bury her and bring her to the surface again.
great imagery.. fantastically melancholic..
nice, glimpses of ghostly visitations.
Mermaid, I feel her presence does come and go, like the waves, sometimes stronger than others.
Guile, it is a very sad thing, but not in every way, of course. I suppose I should some time write of how welcome her presence is.
Garnet, do you believe in ghosts?
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