I have two prompts for Day 12, salt and lingering thirst, once again from an internet search and suggested by one of my Facebook friends. Today’s poem form is a villanelle.
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A Taste of Salt
I cannot shake my lingering thirst,
her salty taste upon my tongue
my lips drawn, puckered and pursed
My darkest thoughts scream, I am cursed,
bitter notes unending, forever unsung
I cannot shake my lingering thirst
Such a malady, I fear the worst
bewitched, enspelled, I am stung
my lips drawn, puckered and pursed
My throat constricted, my reason coerced
from her spice my infirmity hung
I cannot shake my lingering thirst
My heart thumps beats, ready to burst
drowning in brine, gasping of lung,
my lips drawn, puckered and pursed
Within this sea I am submersed
No ladder to climb, no life-saving rung
I cannot shake my lingering thirst,
my lips drawn, puckered and pursed
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