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Click hereThis poem was written by Belegon and BooMerengue as a rotating challenge, with each poet doing one line and then sending it to the other. The storyline was never discussed ahead of time, and it was not edited for content.
Green magic rolls over castle-topped hills
laughing mischievously down to the sea
Silkie-kissed foam drums hammering cliffsides
And the sun poured his gold over thee!
My flame-haired lass awaits my return
Weaving a spell as she roams the land
Searching out a tree to form my mast
for my ship lies limp upon volcanic sands
My sailor is stranded far from my isle
He sails the seven seas from year to year
Yet I hear his call through storm and trial
A spell I'll call to lay aside his fears
My dreams linger on the shores I call home
My spell wafts toward him in wispy smoke
The voice on the wind for my ears alone
My work finished here I reach for my cloak
My shipmates wonder as I cry for more sail
when clouds shaped like gods fists blow the ship 'round
but the motion of keel off sand tells my tale
I crouched on the shale and keened out my song
I stand in the bow as we wave-ride again
Fingers of wind caress me as I dream his return
My hand reaches forward as my love I send
A sail on the horizon causes my body to burn
Days become hours as the nest cries "land ho!"
Minutes become seconds as he splashes to me!
Green magic rolls over castle-topped hills
laughing mischievously down to the sea.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,000 poems.
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Bel & Boo, you've done good. I'm still grinning. I love it.
My favorite line
- voice on the wind for my ears alone
Had me wistfully listening for the wind...sigh.