Sunday, January 8, 2017

Buried by Sue Rose Hiss

The broken-down and dying
scribble their detached names
in the muddy, coastal sand.

Each stroke of driftwood

a wound they suffered alone;
their toes buried in discomfort

from walking barefoot in circles.

Dead starfish and brown seaweed
litter the beach like discarded

bones, marrow intact.  A hermit

crab picks at the decaying bodies,
attempting to retrieve the secrets

of the ancient cerulean sea.  But,

she will never reveal her mystery,
her connection to the moon's clock.

Quickly erases the beach graffiti

with the curl of the tide, knowing
the sunset will bring more souls,

sleepwalking their way into her arms.








Sue Rose Hiss likes to dabble in poetry and short fiction. Her first book, a gothic fantasy, The Rosegiver, was published in February 2017. She's currently working on a paranormal novelette, which may or may not be completed by Winter.  Sue has always been intrigued by haunted houses, ancient cemeteries, forests, gardens, and abandoned buildings. 

2 comments:

  1. I loved the piece, found the lines:

    Quickly erases the beach graffiti
    with the curl of the tide, knowing
    the sunset will bring more souls,

    sleepwalking their way into her arms.

    STUNNING! Thank you for sharing Sandy,

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  2. Thanks for the kind comment, Ken! I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem.

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