Monday, October 31, 2005


her life
was wrapped up
ashes scattered
to the pellucid sea

nibbled briefly
by the fishes

some nights
she still lives
in the ebb and flow
of fluttering
yellow candlelight


Blogger mermaid said...

"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.

10/31/2005 5:47 PM  
Anonymous guile said...

great imagery.. fantastically melancholic..

11/02/2005 1:21 AM  
Blogger garnet david said...

nice, glimpses of ghostly visitations.

11/03/2005 8:05 PM  
Blogger MB said...

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?

11/04/2005 9:36 AM  

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