Fishwidow by the shore
Departs with the day’s catch
To her home by the market.
Married sons and daughters gone
Like half the fish she tried to sell.
The other half is hers to eat
Or toss the children in the well.
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Fishwidow by the shore
Departs with the day’s catch
To her home by the market.
Married sons and daughters gone
Like half the fish she tried to sell.
The other half is hers to eat
Or toss the children in the well.