MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

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Curlews cry, an Aegean sky: a boat
lifts and falls.

The heat of noon, a lethargic
gloom, she's tracked with light this star-struck night.

Moon-shadows cast, it's cool at last, this sweep
and swell, this road to hell.

The ship's becalmed
with false alarms, this attic night of bone-white light:
no palimpsest, no Grecian zest.

A sapphic wind balloons the moon, fans the fog's
penumbra, spreads this shadowy gloom.

The ship's horn sounds, these hanging clouds,
this
scattered light.

This haven isle, this Sapphic home,
these cliffs, these stories, this long way home;

This fog-horn fright, these brittle bones, this thunder booms

This all-alone

Beneath the zip of lightning fire

The gods whisper, and conspire.
 

◄ Warmer than Blood

The power to burst the bounds ►

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<Deleted User> (19836)

Tue 9th Oct 2018 10:40

Exquisite! Very eloquently written.?

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