Soft as the Salt of the Sea (a Sevenling)

 

He sweeps back my tangled mess of hair,

kisses my neck and murmurs,

you taste like the sea.

 

My mermaid net collects this pearled moment,

like shells, like beach glass, in a jar on my desk,

soft-colored and smooth to the touch,

 

pressing them into a poem-cup, like a sip of the sea.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

Poetic Bloomings: Collections & Gatherings

 

Sevenling (In that Dream)

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In that dream, I had all day and more

in the lavender field, sunlight speckling

my arms, my legs, the straw hat sheltering my face.

It was one I'd never worn before,

but you were there, sunny, honeyed

and yellowing all my purple darkness,

as it always should have been.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner



This was written for De's dVerse Meeting the Bar: the Sevenling. I was unable to post it in time so I'll be linking it to dVerse OLN.