Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Ottava Rima

I breathed my lonely song into a shell


That I found lying on the wind-strung shore,


Thinking to toll it like a pearly bell


In my love’s ear. A charming metaphor!


Into the pinkish lobe that oceans swell


With odes of poignant longing, love, and lore,


I sang my song. Perhaps my love will find


It there one day, if wind and sea are kind.



Evelyn Coffey

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