Sardine soup

I am the waters of Odysseus,

I have gathered around Crete,

I have washed the shores of Eripus,

I have kissed Rome’s bloody feet.

I danced around Peloponnesus,

 

I sat amid the earth,

With the names of many nations,

At the place where life gave birth.

 

I held the secrets of eternity,

I fed the nations of my shores,

Witnessed clear-watered Greek romances

And bloody desperate wars.

I am a fluid sardine soup

Of bold ingredients, diverse,

A vibrant brooch on earth’s great coat,

A golden prize filled purse.

 

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Thank you M

INSPIRED BY OCTOBER WRITING PROMPTS 

FROM PUTTING MY FEET IN THE DIRT

THOUGHTS AND PERSPECTIVES FROM THE MIND OF A COMMON GIRL

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