Lady from the sea

Edvard Munch

Born of the Seafoam

Her body, 

Melting as sand in water,

Disappeared into its murky depths

Water clung to her like a second skin.

Skin as pale as moon,

And hair flowing like water.

Birthed from the sea’s depth.

Soaked in water, the moon laughed,

Reflecting its light off the droplets on her skin.

 Her hair coarse against her back,

 soaked with remnants of the sea.

Salt and rocks clung to her bare form,

mixed in her hair.

She relished in her new life of being reborn,

From the seafoam.

So now she lies,

In the rippling waves.

 The level rising to suffocation

The chore of existence,

A heavy burden

Each breath a reminder 

Of whence she came

Though she cannot return

To the murky depths,

And into the seafoam