Saturday, April 7, 2018

A Ship in a Bottle. A Memory in Time.


Artwork by Leola Walker

You can find her work here at her blog.

A tiny ship alone on a shelf finds itself
once again born from shadow’s
memory of a time where his hands

longed to reach up hold this miracle
a ship in a bottle forever encased
with masts raised in the night

under a dusty desk lamp.
Rough hands made tender by delicate
placements in glass.

On the floor with clunky wood trucks
and trains he was silenced
by the weight of the moment

when masts were raised
gently tugged by a thread  
between thick fingers.

Then slowly the ship set sail
in his imagination
and in his hands now finally rests.

Hands smooth and used to
keeping books not sails and ropes
holds this treasure of the past.

The sun begins to rise. Within
that tiny glass bottle his heart rides
the waves, feels the wind

knows him who now sails the seas
outside time and memory. Stares into
early morning rays. Remembers

harrowing tales of ghost ships
and crushed limbs. Becomes
lost in the swells lit with the light

returning to the dark ocean waters
shining on the early morning calm
bringing him back from the storm.

© 2012 Joanne Elliott