Obsequy
I sketched your pale face in the midst of a bleached sky
waves break over the long granite jetty
on cool wet sands
I light the pipe.
I'm walking on air barefoot as the waves rush in.
Awaiting the rise of the autumn moon
ballerinas twirl above the sea wall
with angst I slowly drift towards my briny grave.
As wispy ocean tendrils weep
Will I be with ghosts of pirates?
blasé excuse
the sea awaits.
2/22/2021
Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Ken Allan Dronsfield | Year Posted 2021
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