Just a poem to share out of a creative afternoon… let me know.. what is salt to you? What about this gives you pause? Anything disturb you? Anything capture your imagination?
by Angela Josephine
Bare beneath the stiles turning Columned air, the breath that’s stirring Shore the narrow skiff that’s passing Broken on her moorings Fill the holds, fill the barrels Fill the captain’s quarters airing Gold the brazen, gold the fairest Gold the salted cut you’re baring Razor shorn the captain’s daughter Skirling waif, the tantrum’s water Seed the troweled earth that’s caught her Sodden in the farrows Spill the holds, spill the barrels Spill the captain’s quarters waiting Salt the brazen, salt the fairest Salt the golden cut you’re baiting Salt the golden cut you’re baiting Salt the cut, the gold you’re weighting