A special thank you to the author of the blog Why Paisley?? for granting permission to repost this one here.
perched upon this parapet
this mortuary mine
i weep poseidon’s saline tears
‘neath somber scudding sky
as moisture inundated clouds
exhale, sedna’s
plankton perfumed breath
and agitated artic gales
pass o’re her frozen lips
left anchored in abandon
aloft, this landlocked
margin of death
inflicted fallen fortress
turned, skeletal
black crows nest
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Photo courtesy of misaje.deviant.art.com
More poems by this author can be found at Just Paisley