Mutiny

The storybooks say

you should have been the wind

in my sails,

not the drunken sailor

weighing anchor

in the middle of the ocean.

Perhaps I should have believed

in you more,

blinked away tears

to hold you in a blue gaze,

bright eyed naivety and wonder –

not cold heart mutiny.

Except this mate

does not draw her sword to kill,

she lays down her arms,

whistles into the blue and wobbles

along the line you drew for her,

to the edge of the plank

she chose to leap from

before you forced her to,

and promises her unborn daughter

she will find better books

to read to her.


© Kristiana Reed 2018

Image: pinterest

10 thoughts on “Mutiny

  1. S_MW says:

    “…she lays down her arms,

    whistles into the blue and wobbles

    along the line you drew for her,

    to the edge of the plank

    she chose to leap from

    before you forced her to…”

    This is beautifully poignant, Kristiana.

    Liked by 1 person

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