Adrift In the Ebb

tryst of the moon and the stars
         - oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with feldspar.

eruptions of not the loins
but clashes of steel —
political coins
care not how one feels.

a lightning grip on lovers,
mocking, celebrating their aloneness.
the dark hovers
over the waters of Loch Ness.

spouse weeps.
tears constantly fill
the freshwater deep.
the warmonger monster would’st kill.

any great and honorable name
that can be caught in the web —
her man would never be the same,
adrift in the ebb.

she tries to reattach limbs,
pry open his hopeful eyes,
fish for him with sermons and hymns
but he believes in Nessie-lies.

tryst of the moon and stars
         -oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with feldspar.

1/13/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Krutsinger Avatar
January 16, 2021 at 7:26 PM
I like the continuity of this beauty Kim.
Buhagiar Avatar
January 13, 2021 at 1:34 PM
Rather sad tale of one who disbelieves. Great imagination. ~~
Rodrigues Avatar
January 13, 2021 at 3:41 PM
Thank you.
Trifiatis Avatar
January 13, 2021 at 8:11 AM
A precious necklace of verses dearest, Kim! Enchanted!
Rodrigues Avatar
January 13, 2021 at 8:54 AM
Thank you!
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