Sunday 11 February 2018

Makemo by Sheila Ash

A mirror’s edge horizon
cuts the endless blue sea from the endless blue sky
with only a scattered motu, a motionless cumulus.

Velvet blue waters team with life uninterrupted
as the soft melodious chug of the engine takes us in
and rouses the morning watch.

The dying embers of a fisherman’s fire
-yesternight’s waning warmth -
signals the dawn of the coming day.
© Sheila Ash, 2018clip_image001

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