Over the stones
Wet the path you follow
As you hit your stride,
Sway side to side and cut your name.
To the sea,
Whirl the stones around
As you carve deeper,
Denting the landscape
Making a new place
Between surface and bed.
Bigger fish live in you now
With gaping mouths
As you reach yours
and thrash happy into sea.
Yellow love hearts on lilac rocks,
Sky’s a turquoise backdrop.
Dreamy ocean cracks beneath
the white chalk of the clifftop.
The Sirens wave me off
My craft of paranoia floats away
No paddle, just my wet arm
And a hurried fear.
Sail from the rocks, needle sharp sunset
Calls of good luck from pin-toothed mouths
Damp, dappled white- green hands wave me away
The same cold clamminess touches my brow
And the space beneath my boat is deeper than I could imagine.
Nausea pales my skin to grey
My mirrored face in the waves could so easily be one who’s changed their mind
My wet arm reflects, a slender hook to pull me beneath with a laugh.
via Daily Prompt: Sail