Reckless Harbor


These faithless words

that often slip

the reckless harbor of your lips,

of billowed sail,

all salt and brine,

a ghost on my horizon line.

Bleached skulls that wash upon the shore-

stern warnings one should not ignore.

Feckless currents ebb and flow,

where barnacles and seaweed grow.

There in the breech,

I’ve placed in stow,

my sextant shows the way to go.

The midnight stars,

the Southern Cross,

redeem the foolish 

and the lost.

Those who stray 

too far off course,

who flounder in your stale remorse,

will linger where they don’t belong

and drown to hear 

your siren song.


Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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