JolieH

In the wake of Jetties she’s said to be found
safe from the pirates that stole her at birth.
She made a life upon the rocks,
her voice the music of a lonely tide.

One clear day, he caught her eye
as he ran from the shore,
and dove head first into the sea.
He swam.

He swam hard;
his muscles swelled, rolled
with each stroke, gliding,
swift as a blue marlin.

Disguised as a dolphin
she swam closer, making circles around him.
His brown eyes were venerable
as dauntless mountains.

Each day he returned, until one day
a rampant tide pulled him into the jetties,
beat him against the rocks.
He floated face down in blood clouded water.

He awoke on the shore in a pouring rain;
his hand clenched a gold clam shell.
The wind of the storming surf sang out his name,
and forever he wondered.

Jer4clarity

Jolie,

The jetties are mysterious and mean. Nice write!

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Thanks for sharing!

Jerry

Moonchild

Very creative.
Great story telling!
I really enjoyed this and it held
my attention all the way through.
Thanks for sharing

JolieH

Thank you,
I apreciate your taking time to read and respond to my poem.