Time and tides

This poem sort of fits the dverse sensory play theme, and it’s another excuse to post another painting by Franz Marc.


Will you catch me from the tide,

Pull me from the feathered foam,

Wrap me in pale silver sand,

Unmesh my hair with silver comb?


I’d run with you beyond the dunes,

Where horses run into the sun,

I’d sing your songs and play your tunes,

Until our span of days is done.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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