honoured by wax and the droppings of gulls
weathered by waves
scratchings of crabs
and the caress of mermaids
her immaculate stains
paint the rocks of the world
in mystery
and the salty invocations
of a full moon wind
catch me
dreaming
photo and poem by Clinock
Rugged beauty and rugged words.
thank you Jo Nell
Maria and the sea seem to belong to each other. Lovely dreamy poem 🙂 xxx
They do belong. She has always been the ocean and the moon, Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus, Cohen’s Susanne…
You know her ancient tides
❤