It's Still Life

The Nature of Friday

I.

I swam where the sea matched the land
Brightest white as the whitest sand, and 
Beside me long sheaths of kelp did fan.

Written for Ink in Thirds – Three Line Thursday “adventure” 

II.

It seemed that every surface of my skin
were leaves and bark stuck on my limbs. 

My eyes blind although my sight could
see, broad and steady, an old oak tree. 

I am the forest’s deep rooted ghost,
myself, I guessed, a greenery host. 

Rain fell, and as I woke on kneeling knees
I dreamt that I was a very old tree.

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