BLACK WAVE Published Blackbough poetry Issue 3 Yolk.
Black wave; full of twisting stems and pods.
Driven by angry storm and wild spirits.
Smell the negative ions, dark anions
Listen, yes it's the breath of the Kraken.
From the depths, a giant foaming cauldron
Forged in iron by angry gods.

I am for the wild green waters
Trust to the blue and white winds
My legs, weed wrapped, ocean gifted.
I could live here, for forever and one day.

©️ david fry August 10th 2019.
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