Fiction Archive

Ocean Eyes Ballad

Jessica Deer (Year 7)


Pearls rivet, dusted by sabbatical leave 
Carpets of moss envelope the shore’s bottom 
The tang of salt wafts through the layers of azure 
The torrent that streams, and the white noise that’s fallen 

Unperturbed by the purloined echoes 
Returning to its somnolence 
Tones of cerulean as endless as time 
reminding us of our incompetence 

As the dusk starts to break 
The tides pass 
The foam that wilts goodbye 
With a lonesome draft 


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