Sea Story

 Sharing this week with The Sunday Muse and  Poets and Storytellers United. 

Not the same page twice nor the day--

I read them or I drank them

let's say river water and salt seas

  while coining  waveloom sunlight

rust the barrel of my pen and I begin

gold for all our afternoon sewing;

again, roll the ball through the water,

the soft catch of a needle 

start the story, let the wind

binding fin and silk

take all my feathers and fall

while the novel washes

hard

once

back onto the saltwater cured

through this day and water. 

blank page, stiff now--a scale

Would you give a dolphin a ruff

or a sliver of bone that lifts 

or a tight chainmail weave?

skin towards sun and clouds.

Are you dreaming of the great

Wings flayed from water.

electric heartbeat pounding

Did you find an empty book

against your eardrums beneath 

by the shore? Did you open it?

these waves? Are you too dry?

Was it empty?

Is there a sequel?

dolphin fleeing from costume

So...this week. Thanks to Shay for giving me a way to peel a poem from a poem (and inspiring a minor speculation on how I'd dress a dolphin, if I had the chance)! And start another story notebook/journal for the upcoming week. And resort to the craft closet to fiddle with character ideas. And listen to the video on repeat. :) 

Despite some good recent news, I feel that I'll be holding my breath through next Wednesday (and, of course, we're still staying at home). And, of all the weirdnesses, Arthur has learned how to climb into office chairs but not how to get down. I'll be typing and hear this "tap, tap" and turn around and see this:

And then, gradually, he makes his way (because he's adorable and I drag the chair closer) into a balance between our chairs that is highly unstable and requires the writing to cease and the belly scritchies to increase. Because we all know who's in the boss chair.

Hope y'all are having a safe & cozy week!  

-- Chrissa