King of the Abyss
a Queen of the Gulls poem
You made sure to feed the gulls.
They found me, cold and ghostly
on the shoreline we named “Forever”
and let me reign over their unforgetting flock.
~
I was crowned in sea urchins.
We waged war on ceaseless tides
and on nights of conquest, I chanted
myths of Muses who finally found belonging.
~
I am no siren calling,
no Heart of Sea, beating drum.
Sunset, I'll whisper the anthem of
our dysfunction, “Queen of Gulls, King of the Abyss.”
~
Soon, my fleet will discover
your soul, tempest bared, hungry,
longing. Yet, if I’m lost within deep
waters, together, we will always feed the gulls.
***
Hello, wanderer!
This poem was written to be paired with Queen of the Gulls, the namesake poem of this collection:
Other poems in the collection can be found here:
xoxo,
for now,
-your friend, lost in thoughts (definitely not the abyss)
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Sam Eliza Green
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Comments (2)
i love this piece
I really loved the imagery and word choices you used in this one. So lovely :)