Old House
In deep specks, the sea flashlight sways.
sapphire flecks, and azure splashing.
Screes’ speckled satins.
Sadness fluid in the bowed beldam.
sprinkle its stretch into the shards
as her wings curled in dismay.
She had morphed into a mountainous waterfall.
a stratum full of opal swords clasped her down.
similar to a thumbprint
Gloved and cloaked in a conundrum
While roaming, she spoke a light
of transforming stone into a mist
Written: November 27, 2022
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