Briny ocean soup, she stirred with tiny palms
Scraping through sand and shells, a dash of prickly seaweed
She searches for blue, blue glass
She sings a mermaid song to the baby waves
Scraping through sand and shells, a dash of prickly seaweed
All she knows is this big green blur
She sings a mermaid song to the baby waves
The magic splashing against her baby feet
All she knows is this big green blur
She doesn’t mind the mocking call of gulls
The magic splashing against her baby feet
And the song continues, nonsensical and pure
She doesn’t mind the mocking call of gulls
She searches for blue, blue glass
And the song continues, nonsensical and pure
Briny ocean soup, she stirred with tiny palms
About the Author
Ella Curcuruto is a perpetual academic with an affinity for hummus. She is a first-year literature student here at Eastern. This is her first publication in Inklings, but not her first time featured in an academic literary magazine. Ella has been writing silly poetry since she could hold a pencil, but now prefers Pilot G2 .38 pens.
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