Photography by Edouard Boubat
Hope floats waves
splashing against
the heart of a seashell.
Drunk on fairy-tales
I Alice shrink into escape,
and play cards with dreams.
Bitter has no voice,
anger no pedestal
where mermaids sing.
With my ear to the sea
I’m a five-year-old
dancing on sea glass
dressed in the armor of imagination
reality can’t pierce.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
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