In the distance a gull screams
As I dream of kelpies
Leading a charge of
Aquatic soldiers, cresting
The waves and heading
For shore with no
Mercy in their eyes
Not when we've destroyed
Their home as well as ours
They hit the sand
Water pouring past them
So much water
There should be nothing
Left in the sea
But it roils behind
Pushing them forward
The horses, their wave-manes
Flowing over the tendrils
Of jellies, over the spines
And fins and jaws of every
Creature ever named—and
Some no one has seen before
Salty waves splash my bed
And I try to wake before
I drown—finally rising
Only partially dry
Kelp clings to my hair
Briny water makes the
Carpeting squish
I stare out my window
At the sea beyond my yard
And hear an unmistakable snort and whinny
As horse-head whitecaps
Again take aim at the shore while
In the distance a gull screams
Gerri Leen is an award-nominated poet from Northern Virginia who's into horse racing, tea, and collecting encaustic art and raku pottery. She has poetry published by The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, Strange Horizons, Dark Matter, The HWA Poetry Showcase, Dreams & Nightmares and others and has just published her first poetry collection Unwilling: Poems of Horror and Darkness. Visit gerrileen.com to see what she's been up to.
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