My sisters were lost at sea

I  sleep  by  the  window’s  smokescreen.
The  wind  rustles  through  my  papers,
He  whispers  me  of  my  sisters.
My  sisters  were  lost  at  sea.

They  swim  with  their  eyes  wide  open,
The  ocean’s  devoted  spinsters,
Caressed  by  the  mighty  currents
In  custardy  mousse  of  dusk.

Or,  maybe,  they  see  no  sunsets
In  custody  of  their  seashells,
Where  trapped  by  the  evil  sea  king
They  wail  and  bemoan  their  fate.

Betrothed  to  no  one  but  sea  stones,
The  brats  of  uncanny  species,
With  fingers  instead  of  fine  fins
And  rosebuds  in  place  of  shells,

Surrounded  by  sleepy  sea  stars,
Abashed  by  drunken  sailors,
My  beautiful  water  sisters
The  sea  took  away  from  me.

30.01.2017

адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=729331
Рубрика: Интимная лирика
дата надходження 18.04.2017
автор: Леся Kürbis