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the white fire of your indignation
crested in waves at my new-found feet
like teeth
i walked out
lonely as I came,
but happy as a clam, high tide—
cowries tinkling around my neck,
scales falling, hope
spilling cups of moonlight on the sand
© 2026 jennifer wagner
dVerse q: “dig” buried somewhere in a poem of exactly 44 words
This is a lovely image
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spilling cups of moonlight on the sand
skillful wordsmithing, Jennifer
ReplyDeleteI love the delicate imagery and you have also conveyed thoughtfulness and perhaps a little melancholy as well - Jae
ReplyDeleteLovely use of language!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the rebirth in your quadrille, Jennifer. I had to search for the prompt word and was delighted when I found it in ‘the white fire of your indignation’. I love the image of a mermaid with cowries tinkling around her neck, ‘spilling cups of moonlight on the sand’.
ReplyDeleteThis made me think of the selkie myths of returtning to the sea as a positive rebirth...
ReplyDeleteI love the spilling moonlight and braveness of the poem. Clever too!
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Now could there be a better imagery than that! You conjured the most beautiful mermaid for us, Jennifer. I dig the indignation! 😉❤️
i so love that story... the imagine of the seashore being witness to an event at moonlight...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Jennifer!
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Your poem reads like an enchantment, Jennifer, as magical as its subject. What a pleasure to read!
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