She wishes for rest. She cries,
Tide-looped emotions too much, leaving her
Dust-tongued — with no more words
Yet heart-aching to be heard.
She sings, taking inspiration from
The morning she-bird, mourning dove.
Maybe one day, poppies
Will place their cradle-petals around
Her, in a moon-silent embrace.
For this week’s DVerse Poetics prompt, which was about Dylan Thomas and his love for hyphenated compound words. I used the following suggestions in my poem: tide-looped, dust-tongued, she-bird, and cradle-petals. I also invented some of my own.