Deep blue waters rush underneath
her prow, sails whipped and torn
in harsh, billowing windstorms
an angry tempest of clouds
beneath a white-hot, full moon
a sudden shift, bone-chilling cold breaking through
the breathless heat of a piercing sun.
Frothy waves violently rocking her hull
stern stabbing into sharp black rocks below
ripping her underbelly, tearing apart
her flesh, exposing her splintered insides
shattered pieces of raw timber torn from her deck.
They float among the smooth pink seashells
like so many footprints
memories sinking to rest
on the dark ocean floor
eventually, her raw debris
washing up onto shore
with the tide.
Written in response to the prompt over @Toads, a-sailing-we-will-go.
Copyright June 27 2016 Stacie Eirich
a bright yellow moon
raining heat down my rough skin
its silence a toneless laughter
melting frozen sky to a warm pool
of colorless, translucent rainbows
at my feet.
The sky tastes bitter yet sweet,
like lingonberry jam or raspberry tart.
The laughter is silent yet LOUD, powerful.
The absence of tone and sound, deafening.
The brilliant light of the yellow moon
blinding but fading,
darkened by a particular
My toes scraping smooth shells
in the cold, shaded sand
on an endless shore
of lace-scattered dreams.
Copyright June 23 Stacie Eirich
Today’s poem was written in response to the prompt @Toads, which asked us to write a poem with unexpected descriptions. In doing so, I’ve tried to combine words, images and feelings that seem opposite. Wet with dry, rough with soft, light with dark, cold with heat, color with its absence, happy with sad, bitter with sweet and silence with noise. I wanted more time to dig deeper and explore these sensations more, but my writing moments are more like stolen bits of time this summer. So I think I will revisit this by the light of the moon tonight-which seems fitting. To me, to explore our senses and write from both emotion and experience is the heart of poetry. Thanks to Susie @Toads for the inspiration.