National Poetry Month – Day 12: A Taste of Salt

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

© A. F. Stewart 2020 All Rights Reserved

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