Salt crusts from the sea-spray
rust iron railings
down in the Bay
Cling to my hair and face:
if you licked me, I’d taste of the sea
Dapple my eyes, send
salt, salt water raining
down my flushed cheeks, overwhelmed by joy
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Written for dVerse
Tonight, De hosts Quadrille, and has asked us to include the word ‘salt‘ in our 44-word poems. Inevitably, when I think of salt, I think of the sea!