Music Stillborn, or Just Interrupted

by Holly Day

person holding trumpet on seashore
Photo by Clement Eastwood on

Strewn with the bones of sailors lured to its rocky shores
By sirens singing songs of love and sometimes loneliness
Arms outstretched to passing ships as if in joyous embrace.
A broken heart floats on a cold, neurotic sea.

The waters beat upon the beach in bone-crushing white embrace
Death himself parks his ferry sometimes close to shore
A cold wind blowing at his back, bearing his loneliness.
The coastline ringed by monsters guarding the deep, neurotic sea

On the decks of passing ships, sailors stuff their ears against the loneliness
Aim their ships at the dark horizon, away from gloomy shores
and mermaid songs on rocky cliffs and whispered dreams, the cold embrace
of roaring waves glittering high above the cold, neurotic sea.



Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Plainsongs, The Long Islander, and The Nashwaak Review. Her newest poetry collections are In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), Folios of Dried Flowers and Pressed Birds (, Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing), and  Into the Cracks (Golden Antelope Press).

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