when the weight of the sea settles on her shoulders,
she wears a shawl of waves and swims in starless fabric
wishing for sequins.
There is always a watcher,
a little, bobbing boat cresting each swell of her filled lungs
its crew casting nets, for sequins.
Even the sea foam does not glitter
but leaves its watermarks on sun cracked knuckles
passing hand over hand to reel in… nothing.
Caught in their empty net she wishes
Tonight’s prompt proved a treasure trove of inspiration, and I was hard pressed to pick three lines from the multitude of fantastic options. In the end I went with ‘A Sea Dirge’, ‘A Boat Beneath Sunny Sky’ (even though it might not seem like it from the poem), and ‘A Strange Wild Song’.
In other news, I’m planning a new pamphlet for the end of the year. The working title is ‘Keeping It Brief’, and it’s going to be a collection of about twenty quadrilles with artwork to go alongside each one. I’m using the quadrilles already on my blog so many of the DVerse gang will have read them previously, but the artwork will be brand new.