My Poetry – Memory

Memories wash ashore

plucked like pearls from an oyster,

spooling spider’s threads.

Memories slither through estuaries of

here and then,

seething at the source.

Memories’ silent swim

from womb to water’s edge,

a shady step to step.

Memories wash ashore

and who am I

to surrender.

Copyright © Jessica Wyer 2017

 

 

 

 

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