We cannot rest
Whilst water surrounds us,
Submerged, we sing;
A game, of sorts,
Once won,
We keep our catches
Closely,
'Til surface seduction
Calls out
Again.
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This one was written for today's "Written River" poetry prompt. A Rusalka piece - a little too long to fit into a single tweet, so I thought I'd post it directly to the blog.
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