Shipwrecked

When it is day, I do not recognize
this land. We live on
moonlit love and hard water
soaked in oak barrels.

When sunlight takes over
this land, I do not recognize
his hands that
lay me to rest with Strigiformes
and kiss my skin to death

his voice blurs my vision
when it is day, he is
not him
he is a reflection of a
fermented sea I drown in

every night,
when I swim away from this
foreign land I live on.

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About Maggie Mae

"I write because I must". I am a poet of dark imagery. I write what I feel and how I see the world at given moments. I love connecting with other writers and seeing life through their eyes, (in words). If you like what you find here, please check out my chapbook, Some Things Ache In The Dark. It is available @ http://writingknightspress.blogspot.com/2013/05/some-things-ache-in-dark-by-maggie-mae.html.

Posted on May 2, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
    A really well done piece of writing. >KB

  2. Reblogged this on Anthonys poetry corner and commented:
    Yet again, anther grate piece of poetry.

  3. Yet again, another grate piece of poetry.

  4. Just terrific.

  5. Magnificent writing :)

  6. Strigiformes – owls.

  7. Strong work. Thanks.

  8. I love the poem. Thanks.

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