Snakeskin Boots

Dolphins threaded the white horses
Frigate birds drifted o'er our wake
We hauled ropes in song, with curses
Dolphins threaded the white horses
Dreams of Frisco, gold in purses
Sun kissed women, fine boots of snake
Dolphins threaded the white horses
Frigate birds drifted o'er our wake

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 4. Triolet time.

CLP 04/04/2023

2 Comments

  1. Charlene Delfin says:
    4th April 2023 at 14:54

    Your poem creates a wonderful imagery, like illustrations for a book. The details are so rich, the repetition is barely noticeable. Wonderful poem.

    1. Christopher Perry says:
      4th April 2023 at 15:31

      Charlene, Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it!

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