She sat looking out to the sea
Espied a wine bottle with glee
An expensive one bought from a store
Washed up and in tact to the shore
The letter the colour of tea
She sat looking out to the sea
The printing was old and quite feint
An elegant script with a taint
Feeling so sad and quite proper
Forced it back in with a stopper
She sat looking out to the sea
T' was a lover's ode to cherie
Floating it back out on the wave
Bobbing ebbing to a shell cave
For someone who wants it not me
She sat looking out to the sea
Return to sender, not known at this address?
ReplyDeleteI love that she puts it back and sends it on ... a haunting tale, lovely quatern
ReplyDeleteLaughing -- she didn't want it!
ReplyDeleteGreat twist on an archetypal tale.
ReplyDeleteI like the twist on the tale. Wonder why you didn't put the third refrain on the third line, perhaps, though, it's a "twist" as well. I like the message/bottle idea here. I am so pleased you wrote and linked!
ReplyDeletegreat poem - I like the idea of returning the message to the sea.
ReplyDeletegiven your level of mastery, I cannot identify that it was anything other than deliberate, but would not 'The letter was colour of tea' benefit from another article?
sent it back...:)
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