Sails whip, howling as the ship
slices the night in two.
Like fishing line
you cut me -
unfolding.
Sun beats down.
a single cloud frowns
in tepid blue,
petulant, like you
closing me down.
Wrapped up in,
self-enforced autonomy.
Spray-spat, salt-kissed, dismissed.
As speckled gulls wheel
in the mist.
The bow creaks.
Bottles sink bereft
of message, while aft
of stern, journeying
tern screech.
Whales breach
the roiling surface.
Emptying out to swallow
whole patterning seas.
Waves freeze solid,
making molehills of salt,
stuttering, time revolts.
Silence spreads
like rust climbing
the anchor chain.
We remain
swallowed by currents,
we can’t contain.
The photos used in this post are sourced from www.pexels.com 1 + 2, creative commons licence.
I would like to say a big thank you to the Isle of Writes discord group for helping me work-shop this poem. Particularly, I would like to thank carmalain7 and tessara for their comments and feedback.
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