At some point in the empty hours of a night,
the motorway tarmac softens into a sea,
allowing broken ships to slip upwards
their ghost ragged rigging thick and slack with mist
yet sailing steadily beneath these walkways,
beneath these sleeping midnight travellers,
watching through the steam of their coffees
not so much as blinking while spectres leap
from mast to mast,
all colours bleached down to canvas
and a single bone white skulls screaming
at the heart of every flag.

I’ve not posted a response to the Day Three prompt as I’m still working on my deck of words. I decided to use Caroline Taggart’s book ‘500 Beautiful Words You Should Know’ as inspiration for my deck so I’ve only got around 20-odd words picked out at the moment. I still wrote a poem yesterday as I took part in the Weekend Writing Prompt, so I’m still on track for 30 poems in 30 days.

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem inspired by one of the images from the Space Liminal Bot twitter account. After a bit of scrolling I came across the image above and it sparked the idea for today’s poem.