Washed ashore and lost
I stumbled upon a Cathedral
Wherein I searched my atlas
Waiting to be rescued
the sound of a crows’ echo
was hollow and ghastly
and the whimsical of it all
was the hue of the nights starry full
moon
©Regina Phillips 7.29.2021
Friday, July 30, 2021
Shipwreck
The Choice is Yours
The tidal wave of my hoofs
Magnifies the exhilarating freedom
I feel to roam the earth with no atlas
to guide me
The vibration of each gallop echoes along
the shore
As the sun rises and cast many hues of my
watery form
I charge to the cathedral in a whimsical
state of mind to
Erase all the hollow and ghastly
feelings that creep inside.
©Regina Phillips July 2021
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