“Speak to her, she is from the countries of the moon.”
From where I was sitting I heard her speaking,
saying love only comes from those far lands,
where half naked warriors dance upon the horns of great beasts.
“You can hear her voice in the sea.” — said She.
Distinctly I heard the roaring of the ocean fall,
the white froth of waves on rock and sand; the call of gulls,
the alcoves of shadows hanging over me, and the wall between us
keeping pace with music of some strange speech of birds and sea;
possibly a Mother and Daughter disagreeing, disputing
the vagrancies of men, while I sat here watching on,
listening to those pulsations of woman and ocean quickening.
– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.