Secrets Submerged

Poet Rummager

Galene Illustration by Poet Rummager

In the deepest part of the ocean,

are secrets left unseen –

surrounded by waters

no human will ever swim.

 

Galene, do you hear me

as I walk the gritty shores?

My thoughts drifting in the breeze –

forging ripples in the sea.

 

Keep my secrets submerged

in your cimmerian world.

*Galene is the Greek goddess of calm seas.

**Cimmerian: 1. Mythical nomadic Greeks or ancient people who lived in perpetual mist and darkness near the land of the dead. 2. can also mean very dark and gloomy: deep.

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