Oceanid
Golden brown skin,
Now pallid.
Her voice,
A single silver thread,
Winding around dark rocks.
Searching,
Through seaweed forests,
And dead coral,
Alone.
Based on the idea of the 3000 Oceanids of Greek mythology (Lysithea being one). Each Oceanid was associated with either a spring, lake, river, sea, flower, or cloud. Once together and happy, now scattered and broken. The idea of dead coral came from my memories of snorkelling off the coast of the Dominican Republic, where there are many small coral reefs, slowly dying out through fishing methods and pollution.
