Bella Donna

At low tide 

she gathers broken shells and sucks on candied plums


for sea lavenders to pin on her sand castle

 until there is nothing left to look for on the mollusk hash

but the print of faded flip flops as they melt on jaded foam

and the drip of sighs trickling on flooded sands

her steps batter up rock crags slick and crimson 

above high tide 

where a lavender  sun pours ripples of amethysts onto mermaid garlands


the sound of her heart song to float above the  roar

to listen for  patches of anemones glistening around her feet…

smell ribbons of wisteria winding through the breeze


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s