BATHSHEBA OF CASSIOPEIA
- Dark Poets Club
- Oct 14
- 1 min read
By Sea Sharp
She doesn’t float.
She sinks her cascading spine
down an undulating rocker of vapours.
Yesterday, she fermented.
Today, she foamed bubbles.
Tomorrow, she’ll be fantastically new.
In this uneven pool of cruel temptation,
she has a way with the Devil
and finds it easy to say nothing
and mean it.