White scalloped sands
drape my land of familiarity.
Fishermen cast their lonely hooks,
under bird’s vigilance.

Waves beg to be set free while
tumult prevails throughout currents—
Skies reflect solitude’s melancholy gray.

A single indigo flower blooms
on the dunes where countless danced before.
Passion bleeds from fragmented driftwood,
encompassing each story unique, old and many
untold.

Margaret Marcum is currently in the MFA Program in Creative Writing at Florida Atlantic University. She graduated with a B.A.; her literary interests include animal rights, healing the collective through personal narrative, vegan studies, and ecofeminism. Her poems previously appeared in Literary Veganism, Children, Churches, and Daddies, and Amethyst Review.

One thought on “From the Bay of Monterey By Margaret Marcum

  1. Your lines, “A single indigo flower blooms
    on the dunes where countless danced before,”
    remind me of our cities in today’s pandemic world.
    Where countless people worked and shopped,
    dined and went for entertainment,
    not a single person blooms now…
    Social isolation is taking its toll.

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