The ship with orange sails
stands out among the rest.
Perhaps whoever chose them
wanted them to match their destination—
the horizon, or a harvest of sunsets
always ending, like we were.
Cinder, smoke, ashes. Storm jibs
in a haze of primrose promises
clutched like a fading pulse—
a final tremor against the bright, dying sun.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
Wonderful, really love the visuals it creates with the orange and warmth then turns so unexpectedly spiraling down to a flame of ashes. Amazing
ReplyDeleteJennifer, this is so visually lovely - the orange sails "......a harvest of sunsets, always ending, like we were...." Wonderfully done.
ReplyDeleteShort, to the point, poignant.
ReplyDeleteI love that image of the horizon meeting the primroses as if it was always meant to be that way 🧡
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