Undertow
By queen beatle
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Buried in your riverbed
I watched the clouds bear fruit
and waited
for the moon to drift downstream.
In grateful hope for gills, I swallowed silt unfiltered
dug feet too deep to wonder if—
stuck safe in our stagnation—
I'd taken our silence for peace
displacement for my danger
and drowning for desire.
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Wonderful!
Wonderful to see you writing again Morwenna! Your poems were so spontaneous, naieve and refreshing.
I've been caught in an an undertow a few times, you can almost touch the sand so near is it, but you cannot get out. Very scary, the sea is very dangerous, a mighty lioness playing lazily with you like you're a little cub.
Your writing is beautiful.
All the best, See you! Tom Brown
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Hello again!
I remember last you said your name is Welsh, an unusual name to us, we have another lady from Wales also on Abc, Rhiannon. Probably others too. Both mean "fair maiden". Rhiannon is very active. One gets the idea there are less people in Wales as the other British countries? The language seems obscure, an ancient language, but they say there are many people who can still speak it.
Good poem! Excellent! Tom
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Yes, she
Yes, she. Great writer, deeply spiritual. Don't do a disappearing trick on us again!
Keep well!
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This is our Poem of the Month
This is our Poem of the Month - Congratulations!
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