Poetry by Ey@el

Original en français

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© M. Matuszak

Hues and cries
Over the flying gull
Floating upwind
Towards the mast tower
Never dripping encores
Until the squid-ink has dried out.

Riding the breaker,
Skimming the sea,
Drifting afloat,
Blurred words
In a pint of bitter.
Afraid to go for a dip,
The castaway gets drowned.

Sunk, stranded
Down in the hold,
Crashed by the waves
Over and over again,
Battered by the swell,
Eager for a change of course,
To approach new horizons,
Incorporeal and waveless,
And no more scuttling
Sirens for figureheads.

Take the helm,
Sail high,
Check out the waters,
And come what may!

Ey@el

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