Thomas Chambers, “Storm-Tossed Frigate”
She sings a storm,
crushing the ship,
the sweet delirious blue
of sea moaning a raw lathered beat.
And then the moon’s smooth beauty
dresses the sky with light. . .
and if licks these rocks
(lazy-tongued) through purple mist
I visited the Oracle yesterday, but I didn’t have a chance to post. If you’re keeping track–I did a few word shuffles, but “if” showed up right at the beginning.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
I like if at that beginning
Thanks. The Oracle always gives me if. 🙂
Lovely, Merril.
Thank you, Jill.
Moons, seas, singing and light. Same themes. I like your ‘if’ creeping onto the rocks at the end, like a lizard.
Thank you–ifs do that. 😉
🙂
Excellent – last two lines especially
Thank you very much!
I agree – an open ending of possibilities.
Thank you!