Sea shores, stones, selkies,

tell me of the time we met;

under the restless Inverness sky,

veiled was I, remember?

Locks of hair around my face,

Xanax in my pocketbook,

you in all your glory lay at my feet;

zealous, and constant.

 

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Culloden Field by Elle Wonders

 

© Elle Wonders 2009–2016

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