poetry

moby no

Let her veer deep to where sixgills go...

Forty-something below,
            The past becomes an octopus.
      I’ve seen it and too-tendrilled know:
  She’s an inky, unblinking escape artist—
      Need a trink to get near without drowning.

      But let her veer deep to where sixgills go.
  Pike-skewer a star, instead, my dear;
      Sail ne’er to see your sun downing—
            On hook-n-spear, stick any good
Worth a farewell-follow.


Previous Post:
    Poetry: Relict
        https://windstrewn.com/2019/09/18/relict/


1 comment on “moby no

  1. Your poetry reminds me of my poetry professor’s style of writing. Beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: