Poem by Sarah Hymas (UK) Published in Issue 32 of The Ofi Press Image: "Flying Into the Sun" by Vinoth Chandar. Author website: http://sarahhymas.blogspot.mx/
| Hold Fast
In readiness for the rising seas he roped his fears into one final tattoo, a bicep piece of lightning forks astride a girl whose flesh he'll never touch, with a dagger through the rising rose of Lancashire and compass with no marked cardinals, but: bad swimmers make good sailors.
His skin disappeared in the blur of rain, low wind. He felt protected from anonymity by the propellers on his back, the shoulder scrolls of lovers and family.
Shrinking as the Atlantic swelled, he couldn't resist and ink-anchored both feet, then insured the buoyancy of his left knee with a pig, a rooster on his right. Unsatisfied, he hung another coil on the LoveLoveLove necklace about his throat.
However thick the sky, or black his skin bled, no matter which direction he faced he hoped his stars would point home. |