Originally posted on iggandfriends:
A sea-blown coast greets me as I step outside. Treasures tangles in jumbled seaweed. Bright yellow boot, washed ashore. Waiting patiently for its companion to join the party. The mermaids have been shopping again, their purses emptied and tossed to one side. Parchment thin, translucent. Weathered sea-glass lies on the surface…
Monthly Archives: December 2012
Breadth Of Ere
not to know as words expressive to silences, those of yours, to there’s, moreso lean afore a pommel’s lucent buoy, fragrance, a cargo, the heavy silver moon aweigh the valent stars, bountiful, the palms
Ante-Pass
I get that I am going one way slowly back ’til two a head the restive tents’ pretensions, ‘tho unaddress’d, a semblance contest the passage, ‘tho a toll ill afford all the baggage secretly advanced
Camphor’d Wax
henceforth on the run, a short cloven lateral moors the erasures of mailed cohorts, mirage as an assassin lanterns lowly wick, an amulet shone to the shadow of a dove, the moon’d road a scroll
‘Til Twilit
anywhere shall to, when there is, nonetheless, no wind upon a dune, we shift as nomads too aware a one-eyed dog, unsheath’d scimitars, barter, for a bell, a day’s oasean breath ahead lather’d steeds
ayaladn 