(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”
Out of the Cave 
The play on the word stayed and the wishbone cradle are a wonderful way to frame the beginning and end of this beautiful poem. 👍
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Many thanks, Hobbo. So glad you picked up on that.
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I enjoyed it.
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….. waves soft as puppies … what a stroke of artistry that is!
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Thank you 🙂
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Outstanding. Just a wow
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Many thanks. So glad you like it!
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Excellent poem and the follow through on stayed and whalebone cradle is perfect!
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THank you so much. I really appreciate your kind words! 🙂
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