Three Women at the Estuary

Cherry

By Angusfolklore

Mon, 03 Jan 2022
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The first one flew away

before we had time to say

barely hello.

The geese honked derision

at the fumbled fond words

I  hoped to snare her with

.

The second danced 

between the tides

where witches are supposed

to hide.

She knew too much

of everything,

so I froze the tide

and sent her away.

 

The third woman laughed 

away the storm,

untied the frowning skyline

to let the starving river 

breathe.

So she and I will stand

awhile in silence

at the estuary.

 

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

ah, who's doing the chosing? 

 

Submitted by Angusfolklore on

Yeah, I suppose it's all about perceptions getting distorted. Maybe.

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

you are brave to trust her - or is it the other way round?

Submitted by Angusfolklore on

Meeting someone by the seaside sometimes makes it all seem a bit surreal. Like eatuary sands, sometimes sea and sometimes sand, you don't know where you stand.

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

There's such an ease in your writing.  You make it look easy when I know it's not.  You cleverly wind your words into stories and reel us in.  :-) 

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