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.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
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What a powerful echoing metaphor, works so well!
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Thank you so much 💛💛💛
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