Astrid
Her cabin stands on Turtle Mount
Among scrub oaks and oyster chips
On the wall in her boudoir
A black and white photo
A young girl wears a Marcella dress
She smilesHer memories as morning fog
Sometimes, it so clear
As a coin plunges into the blue seaSometimes her prince
Stands before her, but
On his journey
She buries him into the blue seaFrom her wood-burning stove
Wheat loaf and apple cake
On the window shelf
Offering to souls of voyagersA gust storm
From the Atlantic Ocean
The plank to the pier
Bickering waves
Billow on tumble-sea
Sluttish against white-wash wallStarry night
A light of an oil lamp
In her cabin
As a naked light from a tower
Its glow looks out to the black seaNinety more years
Her blue eyes
Glimpse once more
On the sullen sea--
Mooring of a vessel
Solely it startles her memoriescopyright 2007
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