her singing like
splintered tree-waves
has timbre
an earthshaker’s
wastebasket
attribute
spectrum &
envelope
a timber sings through him
with rings of mythical
things tied to the mast
er tied to the shore
keep your pant-legs
rolled
her wisdom is brrrr
aching where you cling
for titans
in ancestral strum
are
playing
sax a
chthon
the mythic images
each to each
that do not ground
& the ground
gives more between
our gods au naturale
you see, Poseidon paid
we still let him
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Mermaid Singing -stephanie Pope
Matter & Beauty Poetry Series
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