Word of The Day Challenge: Digest
Moonlit Night. Wrecked ship
Ivan Aivazovsky
My Island is lost at Sea.
I’m not sure if anything or anybody is below her deck
I am not sure if she took on water and sank
I am not sure if she is lost in a canyon where she is covered by
magnetic bacteria and the remains of an exploded star.
My Island is lost at Sea
a corpse with wooden bones and a secret in her hold
a skeleton crew at her helm
if she sails she does it at night and shrouded in fog
other ships steer clear of her and their bones creak in fear as they creep by.
My Island is lost at Sea
I’ve tried to call her back
I’ve tried to track her down
I know she can hear me but she won’t answer me
from her silent and crowded grave.
Aivazov’s Neapolitan Lighthouse