silver pens and plates compiled.
Suds are clinging to your knees
dripping sunlight through the dock.
Gills inhale our morning tea,
painting scales with heavy chalk.
Gather lilies from the nile,
make a nest for crocodiles.
Sing while faded porches swing,
we will kindly wait for spring.
Photo credit: Cedric Bihr
This is simply lovely! your poems are always so beautifully written. thank you Madison.
ReplyDeleteAgain, your words are the balm for the irriated soul. Thank you, for your soothing gift, Madi.
ReplyDelete'sing while faded porches swing'. Ahh, bliss.
ReplyDeleteDo you by ant chance have any books of poetry for sale?
The style is amazing and the imagery as always very rich. That croc photo - well let's just say it sent shivers up my spine and not in a good way :D
ReplyDeleteAll of you! ♥♥ Thank you, THANK YOU. Dhu, I am so young. But eighteen years, you know? No books. No publishing. Perhaps though, someday? One day.
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