The Poetry Marathon

Child of the sea,
Miracle beyond the rocks,
Stalagmite nightmares.

Saline swept, dreams bed,
Nightmares approach, utter dread
Hungry, you’ll be dead.

Silent, stealthy move,
Anger in silence only proves,
It ever comes hungers boon.

The mirror hides ghosts,
Rippling saline’s cool depths,
Masking crustaceans.

The call of winter,
The convalescent island,
Eight tentacles know.

All mourning blindly,
For that which cannot be born,
Escape the damp pain.

Deathly throes do drown,
Regrets and nostalgia,
Force blind confession.

Under the light’s turn,
Like lead, it fell from the sky,
Crashed beyond the rocks.

Rachnoc’s sins hiding,
Monuments to human guilt,
Enslaved beneath waves.

At the laptop and ready!

Humidity high,
Close damp summer’s haunting air,
Floating on rivers,
Cooling hands drift on the tide,
Longing for snowy drfit’s hide.