31 January 2012 by neil reid
down to the earth in sails
sheets pulled tight
toes to the rail, leaning
into doubts with
a steady gaze
like cousin moon
tugging at your dress
a cloven slope
like dry grass hills
hips stirred by tides
making rocks gather
shoulder close
sheltered in your
shadow down and
sweet like summer
rain on your sail
face
neil reid © january 2012
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It is good to see you again. I was trying to decide whether to send out the bloodhounds.
This is lovely, Neil, read to self or aloud.
I think the sailing metaphor works really well, Neil.
Your love for words- it brims!
I’m back dear old friend, and I have missed you. Things are looking dandy here.