Submissions by Feral

.feeling more...
waif than woman these nights, returning to my shore.
Seasonal-held in Cambrian rhythms;
seafoaming at the bite,
rending vocal'd chordata, leaving only
siren screaming, speech stones - more mineral than grey.
becoming

these horses - roaring out of waves, thunder'd beating
and I'm left with a ripple.grey sky
giant eye - she sees nothing and all, save
lost stars in the birthing of galaxies -
spiral: nexus, my lunar plexus.
and the echoes of that same distance -
my elusive sanity, spell'd first {skin}

I outline my...

i]Starboard, bow-perched on seaward vessel,
fixated: motions of rocking waves.
The familiar shock-chilled salt spray sting,
scents in liquid crushed shells,
glasswater and life.

Fingers clasped to air...
This is the chanced threat of falling from cliffs
that I live for, with
wild abandon.
Undulating hips, balancing ship
Matching these feminine waves.
As titian flies,
longing to dive too deep.

Skyward,
echoes of a distance that remains undefined...
I watch clouds form and gather
I see the immaculate, sun reflection...