A Poem a Day (151): Boat

I used a prompt today from the archives of Napowrimo.net. It was to open a poetry book, choose a word, brainstorm a list of new words from that original one and create a poem. This was a fun prompt as it gets you thinking and I ended up with a few poems: Teeth, Murals, Blizzard, Pigeon (!) and Fragment. Here is Boat. I’ve never been sailing. It’s still on the bucket list!

Boat

Bobbing in the midst

Of the endless big blue,

We take our journey south

In a slumbered freefall

Of life collected, done.

This streamlined fish

Of varnished wood cuts

Unchartered routes in waves.

An invisible turquoise line

Only we can fathom.

Damp rot hugs our bow.

This vessel has lived an age

And sheds its history now.

Starboard, we sight whales

Curving up into the sky.

We set sail for a freedom

Unprecedented, unexpected,

A slow-burn tribute

To our own buoyancy.

Our earth anchors pulled up.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 21, 2020