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Dec 2017
the sea sang out
to the crazy stars,
dust beneath her feet,
flowers in her hair,

ivy pinned to a
black cave,
where the waves swept
past with their
engines of steel,

the clouds threw
their heads
back,
pretty swing
boats of
the whitest paint,

pressed against  a
surreal sky, above the
dust and the flowers,
the ghosts of the
moon.
my poem spring tide has been published in Equinox Zine in its spring issue which can be purchased at website Issuu. my book, and then i returned to you, you my poet of the water is available as a nook book at barnes and noble
beth stclair
Written by
beth stclair  England
(England)   
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