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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3563 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Queen of the Oceans Caballo Oscuro Today I test my little car, offer it rough tracks that wind the spine of the island, narrow snake road high and high. 'You may touch a cloud in November, it will be an experience', low gear and words of encouragement before the last free roll to the lonely beach that only seagulls know, only seagulls and eagles blown far from home. There are boxes buried in sand, some contain crystal, others are too deeply buried to explore, and are declared seats from which to admire this siren lured here by sirens. I come here to see her and write, but she makes me want to dance the dances that her voluptuous ballroom once was host to, makes me want to sleek back my hair and speak in my most proper voice. I make footprint mazes in the sand, and she watches me silently. Maybe she winks at my frivolity, maybe it is only the sun slipping off a porthole fragment of glass. She watches me, as enchanting as a lover just out of reach. No one ever sees her at night, this is her time to reflect on her vivid life, her fleetness and polish died long ago, but I believe that she does still dream. She is melting into the ocean, the full tide causes her fractured bones to creak, but her head is high, she is the carrier of dreams come true, of many secrets and stories. She is my woman's muse, and I long to ask her questions as I sit here looking small under the shadow she casts on sand and stones, She is singing, but her words are lost to me in waves and foam. She is her own memorial, but a joyous defiance shines in her steel and iron lines, her eyes still look to the sun and moon. The ocean kills and cools her, beating and fawning as its mood takes, such is love, vicious and gentle in each tidal turn, each star and flower. I turn and walk towards my car, the sun is low and is turning the ship into gold. Now I almost know why she envokes both tears and joy, her body is tethered, but her spirit still journeys in her dreams. |
