How she loved the wild
beaches -
Golden scythes of sand
where loneliness questioned
and solitude answered
Shell gatherer,
garnerer of driftwood
and stones that the
waters relinquished
Cliff-dweller, woman
of wind and spindrift
Her companions the
wheeling gulls
Sun her lover
There in the depths
where blue water touched horizon
Great whales came in
the night like ships passing
Singing and singing
again their discordant harmonies
Beyond the breakers
Whales turning in
moonlight, giant shadows of the unknown
Calling her silent
witness, water to earth and beyond
To the jewelled sky
Night of the whalesong
Yes, he had called her
a whale, man of the shrapnel tongue
Yes, she had known of
the welts that a word could yield
Let him drown himself
in his murderous lies.
She was dancing in
noonday sun at the water’s edge, beckoning
the deep reaches, gulping great breaths of salt
spray to exhale
her memory. Let the
shallows encompass her
Mermaid lady, she of
the seaweed hair and fish tail deftly propelling
her buoyantly
Huge waves cradle her
singing her siren song, drifting and turning
She calls
Her song to the whales
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