Broken Rocks

On broken rocks along the shoreline
The caves of storm nymphs hold scattered remains of every sunken ship

There walks Adam’s Lilith—
Collier’s too
Her body covered by the serpent’s twine—
ophidian lover—
demon of night and day

They dance surrounded by sweet sirens songs
They weave their tapestry before a lengthy mirror
which looks out of lawmen’s forbidden window
to the naked world outside where rulers have fallen from the sky—
Where sea nymphs lament their deaths the way they mourned Icarus
And lured Hylas to his watery grave by their cries near the shore
Where Lilith crushes beauty beneath her bare feet

2 thoughts on “Broken Rocks

    1. Steve Campbell

      Thank you, Mark. My poetry gets little notice, so I’m always glad when someone reads it, and I’m beyond glad when someone likes and appreciates my poems. I don’t write it often, but I spend as much time composing it through several drafts as I do writing drafts of my short stories. 👍😊

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