Your Hands, Instruments of God
after Francesca Bell
Oh, the mooring. The fishing boat stranded,
sandbarred & unsaved. Who can salvage
when each net is tangled in coral, when
what is underneath & unseen is fated.
Then the pierced palms. The feet calming
the storm, no more waves, no more wind.
How the moon suddenly dimmed. How
what could be taken was instantly salvaged.
Biography:
Kelsey May is a writer, educator, activist, and performer from Grand Rapids, MI. Her work has appeared in Turnpike Magazine and Broken Plate, and she interviews poets and other miscellaneous people at Hyype.
Beautiful verse Kelsey May!
Especially loved these lines…..
The feet calming
the storm, no more waves, no more wind.
How the moon suddenly dimmed.
Thanks for sharing this lovely poem!
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