Sweet Water… #Poetry

Sweet Water

On knees of broken glass
I crawl towards the sea
My home, my family lie beneath the waves
The pain of having legs drives me on
I reach the sweet water, my life
Letting myself sink into darkness
The pain gone, my tail restored
I find my kingdom as I left it
Father, cross at my foolishness
Will the memory of pain
Stop me returning to the land?
He will try to call me back
I will feel a different kind of pain
The loss of his love
I am water, he is land
We cannot be...


Walking Through History… #Poetry

Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay

Walking through history
I find I have been thrown into a fairy tale
I walk the cobbled streets of old London
Gas lights barely illuminate the dark alleys
Where Oliver learned to pickpocket
I sit beside H G in his time machine
Travelling through lands
I have no words to describe
We cross paths with Gulliver
where we meet strange creatures
Here, a horse may whisper in your ear
You may ride along the great Mississippi
Converse with a young adventurer
called Tom Sawyer
The sights, sounds and smells of yesteryear
Linger long after the stories fade…

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