A Storm at Sea
A poem for the Full Moon Challenge
It was a sturdy ship that
I went down in, and it felt
like rebirth when I drowned and
emerged, alive, from the tumbling
surf to wring out my hair and
tie a knot in my skirt.
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You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
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