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Gerri Leen

Sea Horses

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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