Liquid luscious aqua green-blue
silkily silently gliding on through
wallowing faintly in her deception
birds light on the intricate frame
like little musical notes they take flight
dancing, singing, lurid and sinking
then fade away
children play clinging to the skirt
laughing, jumping, splashing and content
majestic beauty stoic and mute
bears the weight as the world rolls by
sounds like old wooden bones like
a ship that has seen too many voyages
barnacles fasten themselves to life
with no regard to the breath they take
seashells clamour for attention
swallowed by the broken, crimson tide
never to be seen or heard from again.
Melissa L. Pelletier
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bridge-23/
