Harpooned
aeolian mist of Bretagne
as the orange
sun cannonballs into the
ocean depths. shrillness
of sound on shepherd peaks,
trembles down on panic-grass.
sprites and sirens toss’d from their sleep.
the earth violates, the sea
surmounts.
trident stabbed whale —
hearty breakfast in
the fisherman’s bed.
11/22/2020
Make Me Laugh with Some Humor
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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