Why this?

The occasional poem of my own and a generous helping of work by others that I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Prow

They pull at me, these ropes
wound around the ribs I can feel.

It's down to hacksaw or the end of me.
Those rung lowest I might wiggle off.

The tie on the top right has frayed;
I've bullied it with fingernails,

scaling knives, razor blades.
Its bone is tender, but it will go.

What is this ship I draw?
What are these hulls and sails,

ballast and crew besides?
Sever my salt-beaten cords; let me

plunge into the black, make home
among the wrecked and wonderful.

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