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M a n a c l e s

like a brides hips
the solid draw rises
and the smooth seas
conscript their jaw mouth
in frothing gunwhale dance
or the stolid placid hypnotic

and the heel of tides
draw the folly of mans design
acoss her play
for keeps

she is beautiful and strong
at her thinnest the weakest
water like a mermaiden song
is more then a forge or iron strong

betwixt between
a prayer said
an offering made
while the boilers make steam
the sailors pull
the canvasse lines
and the oarsman row

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This one brings to mind a ships journey traveling through choppy seas
I loved the ending but there are some great lines in this

Love Jc xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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