Monday, September 20, 2010






Water falls around my feet,

In, out, in, out,

Her depths curling tempting fingers around my toes,

In, out, Like the breath of a monster.



Her dangerous hum, a growl in the deep,

Her tail whips. lashing in frustration, in malice,

Her mood fills the air with clouds,

Her hiss ominous, crouching ready to pounce.



She is my temptress, angry,

Her hate catching my boat with her nails,

She pushes me, pulls at me,

Snaps at me.



She is my mistress...


2 comments:

  1. Just wanted to say felicitations about the commendation at the Cuisle Young Poet of the Year Competition 2010. Well done!

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