in remembrance of the sea
In remembrance of the sea, I pine for a world in which I haven’t been able to find.
A giant ship, rusting hinges on the wooden doors, holes in the cloth that catches the wind, the wind smells like it did before.
Or is it, the sea, sunny and sparkling? Ankle deep in the salt that has trapped many but set me free.
The dress makers and jewelers looked at her in the daylight and said that is what it will be.
In remembrance of the sea, I finally understand the stars.
Their eyes gazing at her dark waves, waiting for the gaze of ours.
I, too, would glimmer if it meant I could be loved by the world.
But it is apparent that they only like the shine in diamonds and camera flashes, so they beat it out of the little girls.
In remembrance of the sea, I understand the seriousness of it all.
I have never been anything, anything other than small.
The sea is quiet.
The sea is dark.
The sea is lit by nothing other than the moon and stars.
She is resting for a day of summer festivities.
While she remembers the ships she has taken throughout history.
Her heart has softened and she has become forgiving
In remembrance of the sea, the men hear a sirens song, reminding them that she is still living.
this felt like a spell.. soft, aching, and full of memory. you captured the sea as something ancient and alive, like a mirror for girlhood, power, and silence. i’ll be thinking about the line "I, too, would glimmer if it meant I could be loved by the world." <3 beautifully written!!
this is beautiful