Clawed free standing
A bath tub
Copper filled with salt water
Outstretched beachscapes
A view to ****
Of those dawning
Singing dolphins
Dancing so freely
Without caution
And there remains you
Not cast out at sea
Stranded none the less
Paradise island
Never once tasted sweet
The salt had blisters
The copper etching scrawls
Semi precious skin
She knows she's up
When the light of the moon
Is up there on his throne
This queen awaits
To take a chance
On living
Once
Again.*

© Sia Jane