Out on the nightmare sea,
pitched and tossed by waves
and misrepresented mermaid’s octaves
ships approach the graveyard
of negligence, the locker of Davy Jones,
with its stash of pearls and gnarled bones
nullified, picked clean and white
by Neptune’s unleashed parasites.
While gulls plane a sea breeze
on stiffly out-stretched wings,
you can’t move a muscle from your boketto,
entranced by the south-westerly’s falsetto.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #188