A sailor lured to rocky shores
by love and sometimes loneliness
my ship has run your joyless embrace
run aground your cold neurotic flesh.
I stuff my ears against your song
eyes on a horizon away from gloom
heart heavy with jagged cliffs and whispered dreams
the ice in your voice when you speak of love.
Holly Day’s writing has recently appeared in Analog SF, Earth’s Daughters, and Appalachian Journal, and her recent book publications include Music Composition for Dummies, The Tooth is the Largest Organ in the Human Body, and Bound in Ice. She teaches creative writing at The Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis and Hugo House in Seattle.