Day 2: Promt #glopowrimo

White salt
out there,
your whitewashed twigs scowling,
set into motions unfamiliar

The night is growing thick
Like a matchstick
the finger is aflame

It has sworn to shimmer
The teeth abandon the jaw
and float into the sea

A jaw bone into the sea’s eternity
A poet stood before the ocean

and never returned
Return he did not

and in my cupped eyelid,
a quarter of the moon, the man’s weakening
steps, a half-knee dipped in water green

Arms swinging like ropes,
their jolly, an unfathomable absurdity

A poet walked into the sea
and never returned

Everyday the sea washes
his stench from shells and crab skins

Everyday the sea washes the sand’s antenna feet

A poet walked into the sea
and never returned

Tell me
where is it the sea took him?

Where does death hide her face,
her remorseless body and snatched dreams?

©️ Aakriti Kuntal

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