Ark ellensymons Poem Nov 21, 2016Nov 21, 2016 1 Minute 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. ~~~ 45.225565 -76.194060 Almonte, Mississippi Mills, ON, Canada Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by ellensymons Writing about the stories we tell ourselves. Always in transition from me to more me. Currently accepting all pronouns. View all posts by ellensymons Published Nov 21, 2016Nov 21, 2016
Beautiful Ellen! I always enjoy receiving email notifications that you’ve written a new poem and of course reading them… 💚 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Thank you, Lana! As I love seeing new art and posts by you. Dog in moonlight is so good. LikeLike Reply
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. LikeLike Reply
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. LikeLike Reply
Beautiful Ellen! I always enjoy receiving email notifications that you’ve written a new poem and of course reading them… 💚
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Thank you, Lana! As I love seeing new art and posts by you. Dog in moonlight is so good.
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Thank you so much, Ellen xx
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Lovely! The ‘land ahoy’ pulled me in and completed the circle for me.
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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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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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I thought of you with the “land ahoy.” 🙂
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