• Poetry: Saint Marys River

    Saint Marys River

    by Harold O. Wilson

    Calling forth her waters from the swamp

    She eased over me

    An amber flow

    Lifting me from the sandy floor

    To hold me suspended

    In liquid peace

    Insensate, pitiless

    She sought the seams

    And filled the crevices of my body

    With current’s rivulets

    To caress me tenderly

    Into forgetfulness

    In starlight’s fading

    She gently then

    Sent velvet fingers

    And tangled hair

    To carry me unsuspecting

    To her salty lair in the lime green sea

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