Poem: The Whale

By: Isabelle Kenyon

elliott-and-the-whale

Great clouds gather,
hang
like rotten fruit,
Peppering the waves with their sour perfume.
Salt–drizzled iceberg
tickled
by an arched bough
a mermaid tail,
somersaulting through Ocean’s silence,
body twisting,
Commanding
the tides.

 

 

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