Ghost ship is my body,

left to wander and sink upon

waves, the belly of squalls. 

I traverse the ocean floor

and disintegrate 

in the north-easterly winds.

I let the sun shine through me.

 

Ghost ship is my body

without hands which feel,

without a helm at which to stand

and point yonder. 

I hide in the galley, 

narrow corridors creaking

with an unearthly ebb and flow.

I let my lungs fill with salt.

 

Ghost ship is my body

barnacled and lonely.

I let the ocean have me.

 

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Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

My poetry collections:

Flowers on the Wall UK

Flowers on the Wall US

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

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