The Harpy of the Moon
walks her curse into the sea
knowing death has no memories.
Jealous of lover’s cradled
in night’s palm, she hunts
the scented blush of ecstasy
for flames to drown in brine.
Wooed by the buoyancy
to rise and never fall
passion walks on water…
oblivious to the Harpy’s
malicious riptide.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Wow. Such a powerful 55!
ReplyDeleteMay she eat her rotten heart out.
ReplyDelete(that image looks like the Crimson King, though I don't think it is.)
This opens with such a truth, Susie. Let us hope passion will always walk on water, and curses be overcome by miracles. Thanks so much for participating in the 55, and have a kick-ass weekend, my friend.
ReplyDeleteInvidious is such a superlative word! I love the ill-contained malice in this portrait.
ReplyDeleteAwesome photo and powerful poetry to match
ReplyDeleteHappy Moments to You,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
There is often a shadow, a darker presence that lies beneath even the highest and best moments. This is a fine rendition of this theme. Nicely done. Steve K
ReplyDeleteThis is excellent! The walking on water is perfect.
ReplyDeleteThe tides created by the moon. What would they drown, what memory is she trying to destroy? The evocation here is strong. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteWhoosh, steer clear
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