Blue Morning

Image by C Coles Phillips (1880-1927)
(Like Mother's own sails
she's cinched and stayed)

It's early, driftwood quiet
except for waters' lazy slap

Far off, through pearly haze
she knows the summer harbour

its busy stone window
and the framing stench of fish.  

But here, there's the pleasure 
of an empty deck

the sky blue as wedding vows 
and wavelets, soft as puppies 

lick her ankle. She sees herself
in a whalebone cradle, curled and quiet

comfortable at last.

Written for Miz Quickly‘s October 5 Illustration challenge and Twiglet #247 “a busy window”

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