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…
Daily Archives: December 31, 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
ayaladn 