Triton

Will He Calm or Raise the Waves?

By Andrea LawrencePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Pavel Nekoranec on Unsplash

Blue seashell in hand,

sail away, sail away, you

called sea god Triton.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Andrea Lawrence

Freelance writer. Undergrad in Digital Film and Mass Media. Master's in English Creative Writing. Spent six years working as a journalist. Owns one dog and two cats.

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