The mirror hides ghosts,
Rippling saline’s cool depths,
Masking crustaceans.
The call of winter,
The convalescent island,
Eight tentacles know.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The mirror hides ghosts,
Rippling saline’s cool depths,
Masking crustaceans.
The call of winter,
The convalescent island,
Eight tentacles know.
Evocative! I love the mystery of entangled in all of the lines, and especially the line “Rippling saline’s cool depths”
Definitely going to take the time to read through all of your poems. So interesting that you used the same subject for all of your poems and taken together they create an incredible haunting and mysterious aura. Very unique. Excellent work.