Medusa's Moorings.

Medusa's Moorings.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Named aptly the widow's octopus
with her eight umbilical cords,
reaching out to connect, suckers dock
from filamentous moorings.
Wrapping around you hungrily,
drawing your very essence,
leaving a carcass empty
in her wake.

One can hear the ocean
from your beloved shell.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on July 9, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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