Brenda

You can touch, if you wish, the sunlight there, watch her run listless fingers through her hair, and taste, with surprise, the tears from her eyes— dark, like the boundless blue seas and the skies. Long ago, Brenda dived deep into the page, broke bonds with the shore in a bid to engage, rivers of passion that had no release, so she fashioned a boatman to broker her peace. With wave upon wave, and word upon word, she sailed in circles, drawn by the cord, bemused by the baffling myst'ry she found— that she begged for words from lips without sound. Brenda knew what she wanted, but bitterly sighed— like the breezes that blew her boatman aside. 18 September 2016 Written for "Brenda" contest, sponsored by Julia Ward