Inspired by all three images.
I’d never seen a sea so blue,
we dove through our reflections
to the unfathomable depths below.
I saw a mermaid, you teased.
I saw a shipwreck, I replied,
and we went back to our hotel
had our tea on a tray in bed,
gasping and grasping like swimmers
near drowning—submerged here–
the do not disturb sign on the door–
and I never wanted to leave
the room, you, tea,
the sound of the surf–
but here I am on this foggy coast,
firmly bound to shore,
the sea is the grey of winter memories
out there, above the sunken ships
called by sirens,
lovers sail on ships of dreams.
I am once again participating in Paul Brookes’ April Ekphrastic Challenge. Each day, I will post my poem(s) here. You can see the art and read the other responses by going to Paul’s site here.
The artists are Gaynor Kane, John Phandal Law, and Anjum Wasim Dar. Thank you for your wonderful and inspiring art!
Thank you so much, David! Thank you for reading!
Ooh, I love this, so evocative and shivery!!
Thank you so much, Liz! 😊
You’re welcome, Merril! 🙂
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul.
This could only be you. The sentiments too. It doesn’t matter does it? Where we are or were. The dreams are the same and we’re still inside them.
That’s so true. And thank you. 😊
You are keeping this up well. For some reason if find this a striking line: “the room, you, tea,”
Thank you so much, Derrick.
There is something to the sound of that line.
This would fit right into your prosery story. Jane is right…perfectly you. (K)
Oh–you’re right! 💙
I agree with Kerfe! This beautiful write could fit into your prosery story! Beautifully done, Merril.