Call to Sea

The shell 
forms an ear, 
close to it as sea 
to shore I whisper in 
waves of forget-me-nots
and you cry at me with your 
echo (tucked away in the dark,
not moving the gasp of your unzip-
ped mouth) I speak at you still, I speak 
silence as the sea air continues to taste salt 
and the ocean with its deep breaths calls your 
place in water, to be set from hold, spilt like ash, 
come back it calls: come back come back come back

Sophie Cornwell

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