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. 

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