A woman dressed in summer sits above
\nthe sandy strip of beach, where rusting ships
\nlie stranded, sinking slowly in the sand.
\nA mischievous breeze rests from playing tag
\nwith graveyard flags and gusts inside the pastel
\nfolds of her floating and snapping cotton dress.<\/p>\n
The breeze is only a prelude to nine
\nsinging horsemen who appear in clouds of sand,
\ntheir horses dancing nimbly through flotsam
\nand jetsam, while she dreamily observes
\nthe swarthy, galloping men as they flit
\nbetween the peeled whites of her almond sighs.<\/p>\n
She laughs, and dips her satin wing of hair
\nin radiant greeting, which expands in waves
\ntowards the rusting entrails of beached ships.
\nThe men reign in their steaming, glistening steeds
\nand call her a dew drop. She sighs and throws
\na leg onto the wall, then evaporates.<\/p>\n
Her beauty charms a squall, who from across
\nthe delta sends a stormy messenger.
\nThe horsemen wheel from her, leaving tenor
\nvoices, which ebb away as wind reaps speed
\nfrom sea heat, hurtling straight towards Rocio,
\nwhile from the arena, ragged flags salute.<\/p>\n
She leans far back on spread arms, an Egyptian
\ncross dangling over the cleavage of her rising
\nand falling sand dune breasts. The bliss of sun
\nand heat wets copper skin with beads of sweat
\nand she knows nothing of the stinging breeze,
\nflung like an arrow from across the bay.<\/p>\n
It swerves between two yielding sentinels
\nwhose drooping pennants snap straight out, while she
\nlanguidly uncrosses sun drenched legs and jumps
\ninto a sudden wind. Her dress blows up
\naround her waist and from afar, the squall
\nstops chasing fishing boats to enjoy the view.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
By Anthony Walstorm<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Publishing Credits, \u201cBedlam Ship Graveyard\u201d \u00a0 Bedlam Ship Graveyard A woman dressed in summer sits above the sandy strip of beach, where rusting ships lie stranded, sinking slowly in the sand. A mischievous breeze rests from playing tag with graveyard flags and gusts inside the pastel folds of her floating and snapping cotton dress. The breeze is only a prelude […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":152,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\n\u2022 White Wall Review, Warrensbury, Missouri, USA, 2006
\n\u2022 The Lyric, Jericho Corners, Virginia, USA, 2005
\n\u2022 The Mid-American Poetry Review, Warrensburg, Missouri, USA, 2007
\n\u2022 Crucibile, Wilson, North Carolina, USA, 2005<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"