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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3482 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Lucy Swims E. V. Brooks (Lia) Near a small wooden boat, where you sit, a bronze-fire sky falls on copper sea. The tide turns gently on the stern. You release oars and pray for lightning- electric pulses that pound overhead shooting shards of steel into the surface until the depths, broken with sparks, reflect on your skin. You watch yourself glide along the seabed- stretch limbs through rose-pink coral to dive into the abyss where he sleeps, inhale the salt water and silence until you drift in the deep. You imagine yourself gone-- engulfed by the weight of embrace. Noise of land drowns quietly around your shoulders. You forget the cities and roads that calved loneliness in your chest, never witness the collapse of lungs or the trawlers that pass one small wooden boat empty on the tide. |
