Sleek pelts silvered in moon-spray,
brown eyes see only each other, in this monochrome world
the slivered crescent’s too high, and the twinkling birds
too far away,
though their lullabies soothe
the midnight sea. There are only whispers, the susurration of the wind, the dreams of fish
that arc above the surface,
nocturnal mutterings—no danger tonight,
they touch nose to nose, then swiftly, fin-footed,
in graceful pas de deux, they dance beneath the waves.
For Day 9 of Paul Brookes Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see all the art and read all the poems here.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
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Thank you!
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul.
This had such a lovely calming effect as I was reading it, thank you Merril. Long may they be safe and in peace!
Thank you, Ingrid! I’m so pleased–and yes!
Aw…I love this, Merril!
Thank you, Jill!
I like the dropping in of specific dance terminology in this to add depth.
Thank you very much.
This makes me think of changelings. I too like to think of them dancing. (K)
I like that idea of changelings!
I love both the poem and the image that inspired it! They reminded me of my daughter. She takes us to see the seals every time we go out to San Diego to visit her.
Thank you so much, Liz. I’m happy I made you think of such good times with your daughter!
You’re welcome, Merril. When your child wants to show you the places that mean something to her, it’s so special.
Yes, it is.
Stunningly poetic language, with splendidly sibilant opening and closing with a graceful fin-footed departing dance
Thank you, Derrick. Your comment made me smile. 😀
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So sweet and yes, as Derrick said, stunning poetic language!!
Aww–thank you, Dale. 💙
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