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Daughter of Gaia

Daughter of Gaia by Kathie-Louise Clarke

I heard your sister got verdigris,
a lonely burden for one so sweet,
to carry the weight, a coastal rhythm night after day.
Salt stained patina the surgeon can’t remedy.

I dig through the sand that weights my heart,
see cobble stoned streets licked with a salted tongue,
and look to the fathomless/fathoms of ocean,
I don’t want to share her sedentary fate.

Slick with the weeds of time,
that resisted so many waves of fury,

I see her, daughter of Gaia,

                                wondrous being.

A watery commander of the greatest swells/swelling,
the purpose of those held aloft and dragged ashore.

Wrecked by low tide, skeletal ribs of wood
stand proud/proudly showing the intransigence of man.
I know that to set forth to a new world I must
absorb the salted tears of Oceanus.