December 28th

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By ralph

Sat, 28 Dec 2024
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4 comments
 

December 28th 

 

Glazed on a northern wintered beach.

The shoelace kelp tethering her boots.

 

Where are the tide times for setting sons?

A childhood once bouyant in advent.

 

Her blousy years hang wild on the horizon —

pending against traded winds. Maybe a prayer

 

to the long dead stars? The old gods that salt

spindrift tears dripping from this earth’s blue.

 

 

 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Nolan on

Beatiful images and metaphor. I think this is really good & Nolan

 

Submitted by sean mcnulty on

Powerful and timeless. This is our social media Pick of the Day. Please share across all your platforms. 

 

Submitted by Nolan on

I think you could make your final, as edited draft and the original into two seperate poems, each excellent, as and independent Nolan &

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Congratulations! This is Poem of the Week!