A beauty now is all she'll ever be,
forever young until these photos fade
into the remnants of a quaint decade
when girls wore dresses green as mushy peas,
such dreary rooms, a whiff of potpourri,
the summer breaks to Galway Bay, mislaid
moments of love. Fashion has changed, unmade,
her daring style lost to the mythic sea.
A story now is all that will survive,
her frightful jump into the ocean's surge;
perhaps she washed ashore, reborn, alive
in distant lands, perhaps she's still submerged,
her silenced voice now flitting like a shark
below the painted boats and through the dark.