How easily she left the house;A Poem by EbbyThe windows glow amber on the cliff top: On the beach she
palm-cradles pebbles; She is pieced together:
some other limbs round her silver-lined belly, tightly binding her heavy hands. The oystercatcher sieves memories from salty shallows. An SOS lined neatly in stones and a sea so flat and wide as to still her blood. © 2012 EbbyReviews
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Added on April 22, 2012Last Updated on April 22, 2012 AuthorEbbyBath, United KingdomAboutI am a mother, a teacher and a poet, all of which I love, and consider myself blessed. I used to write here often, but a wave hit me and I took a break. Everything looks surprisingly familiar even a.. more..Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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