Finished. Walking away from the project. Putting down my pens…
Beneath
Swirling frothy turbulence,
by all appearances chaotic
conceals, protects
what we neglect
to treasure, save and
honor more dear
than the shiny doubloons
lying useless in the murky
depths of magnificent
other worldly silence
as the whispers of the
jellyfish drown out
the roar of graceful lions
stalking seahorses through
drifting sea urchins in
front of dark caverns where
eels play hide ‘n seek with
maidens laden with pearls,
gifts of the oyster tribe
that she uses to bribe
greedy pirates as they stare
into the gray brink with
whiskey glazed eyes,
blinking away morning skies
with souls dangling from
deceiving hands to
exchange for netherlands
and gifts of glory.
She smiles as she reaches upward
toward the dancing light above her
dark prison world with longing
for they are magical kingdoms;
and the return home
is but a breath away….
Cheryl KP
copyright art and words 2017
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