New Poem, for Magpie Tales and Beyond....

This poem was set in motion by this week's photo prompt at The Mag.....

I Was a Mariner

It does no good to hide from truth;

not even by staying out of the light,

or away from mirrors.

One foot then another

over the creaking floor’s expanse.

The mind re-booting a refrain;

Has it come to this?

Even so, winter arrives

at the shores of the body.

A hand freckles, its knuckles sprung.

In the night someone in the heart’s

polar cove calls out;

I was a mariner, sailing the seven seas.

I was the low wind on the graves.

I was the rising bread, a soul becoming,

malleable in your hands.

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2013