Ark

All night the wind filled with snow howls against our walls.
What happens to the animals,
or people still outside
I do not know.

Small ship on a vast ocean our house sails alone through the gale.
Carries us fretting to the borders of morning,
the furnace and the radio
land ahoy.

~~~

Almonte, Mississippi Mills, ON, Canada

7 responses to “Ark”

Lana

Nov 22, 2016

Beautiful Ellen! I always enjoy receiving email notifications that you’ve written a new poem and of course reading them… 💚

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1. ellensymons
  
  Nov 22, 2016
  
  Thank you, Lana! As I love seeing new art and posts by you. Dog in moonlight is so good.
  
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  1. Lana
    
    Nov 23, 2016
    
    Thank you so much, Ellen xx
    
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Frances Horibe

Nov 22, 2016

Lovely! The ‘land ahoy’ pulled me in and completed the circle for me.

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1. ellensymons
  
  Nov 22, 2016
  
  Thank you, Frances, I’m very glad that worked for you. I know we both like the ‘full circle’ and I was happy to find ‘land ahoy’ in my brain.
  
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Not-Wonka

Nov 30, 2016

So tightly and beautifully crafted. Love it. The whole thing. But especially enchanted with this line: “Carries us fretting to the borders of morning” – gorgeous.

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1. ellensymons
  
  Nov 30, 2016
  
  I thought of you with the “land ahoy.” 🙂
  
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