Floretta Deep


She gathers flora from a garden deep beneath the waves

In a ballerina ball gown methodically she splays

Her taffeta with brocade about her tiny frame

As she chooses sprigs of roses calling them by name

The sparkle of her toenails glisten through the pea green moss

As she passes through the garden she lightly steps across

The fragile buds that haven’t opened near the ocean floor

She’ll choose the perfect ones to offer at King Triton’s door

For she shall dance The Dance of Maidens wishing to be more

As for now she picks fine flowers to decorate the home

Of the Keeper of the Deep who reigns upon his throne


©Kay Salady



Image Credit:   Zena Holloway


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on July 21, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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