Friday, January 31, 2020


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


  1. May she eat her rotten heart out.

    (that image looks like the Crimson King, though I don't think it is.)

  2. 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.

  3. Invidious is such a superlative word! I love the ill-contained malice in this portrait.

  4. Awesome photo and powerful poetry to match

    Happy Moments to You,
    A ShutterBug Explores,
    aka (A Creative Harbor)

  5. 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

  6. This is excellent! The walking on water is perfect.

  7. The tides created by the moon. What would they drown, what memory is she trying to destroy? The evocation here is strong. Thank you!