Being alone in the dark
being alone in the dark
space of morning- rain sashaying so lightly that she had to open all the windows
without worry, the thoughts
of excess spill in spirals-- akin
to the invisible stars sighing beyond the tangible soak of saturday rain-how could
any one disdain
the words giddyap on and on
like drunken sailors, singing songs for circe
vessel going nowhere....awash with wind, salty fish flapping
on fine teak planking
'Thirsty boots', and 'Norwegian wood' heard by an enchanted mermaid, becomes a classic surrendering serenade
for the mermaid moaning, 'groove me, move me baby,'
now it's simply, sit by my side,
'in the sunshine of your love'*
words/photo- kate lamberg '18
space of morning- rain sashaying so lightly that she had to open all the windows
without worry, the thoughts
of excess spill in spirals-- akin
to the invisible stars sighing beyond the tangible soak of saturday rain-how could
any one disdain
the words giddyap on and on
like drunken sailors, singing songs for circe
vessel going nowhere....awash with wind, salty fish flapping
on fine teak planking
'Thirsty boots', and 'Norwegian wood' heard by an enchanted mermaid, becomes a classic surrendering serenade
for the mermaid moaning, 'groove me, move me baby,'
now it's simply, sit by my side,
'in the sunshine of your love'*
words/photo- kate lamberg '18
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