Monday, August 12, 2019



Can you hear the Caribbean,
feel the Queen that once resided inside
as she floated in shallow waters
amongst seagrass and reef?

With fingers, caress the whorls
and spire, admire her whole,
not chipped away for jewelry.
Listen to her siren call,

close your eyes; escape,
your heartbeat joined with hers.

by Margaret Bednar, August 12, 2019

This is linked with "The Sunday Muse #68" - the photograph used for inspiration can be found if you click on the link. 


Carrie Van Horn said...

I love the questions in this lovely poem Margaret! Such a wonderful write for the image. We must listen indeed!

Eddie Bluelights said...

Beautifully written . . . and pleased to meet you, Nargaret.