July 20, 2024
~ Eighth Place ~ Contest: Sea Glass Sponsor: Craig Cornish
A lonely life it’s not easy being a fisher’s wife but loneliness can be a compassionate companion unbridled spite of bucking boss-mare-waves followed you ashore her turmoil roiled the blood in your veins and no amount of vodka could flatline her seething heartbeat inside you I saw her in your storm-full eyes eyes the color of stormy seas you wore your hair in dark waves like hers a windblown tangle I saw her in your storm-full eyes spindrift and steel blue — rage of the Bering Sea against a canvas-sky the portrait of your eyes your tongue-shard slashed at me like a broken bottle in hand word-squalls blew and fist-storms flew like splintered glass piercing me to my marrow till I glistened but… I could never glisten like her unblemished face at dawn years of boss-mare-waves ground you down – razor edges worn smooth your storm-tossed-heart now floats.. a lost raft on a tamed tsunami your flat-sea-eyes the ancient blue of glacier ice frosted over dull yet with a faint glow of stories you can’t tell as you search a cognitive wasteland for words as harmless as sea glass
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