hair black obsidian
like crow’s feathers
nesting about her head
she waits looking out
at waves crestfallen
anatomy grey perilously
close and remembers
the day he left to
go fishing for sirens
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
This is for dVerse Poets Pub at http://dversepoets.com/artistic-description/
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