The Witch

A pronounced bow wave

Presages her imminent arrival

Her keel knifes the dark waters

Peels twin curls off the surface


She draws down the light of stars

Calls the wind to her direction

Tides pause on her command

Squalls and storms follow


Treading water as she passes

We can only witness this spirit

That lifts like incoming waves

Leaves us awash in her wake


n.b. NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 13 prompt, witch

I was asked, “Is this poem about a boat, or a person?” You decide.

CLP 13/04/2019

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité

3 thoughts on “The Witch”

  1. She draws down the light of stars – what a phrase! I love it, and the way the entire poem is ambiguous, but powerful. I don’t see why this couldn’t be both a boat AND a person – they do say shape changers existed and who’s to say a living boat doesn’t exist in those mythologies?

    Day 13 is an utter disaster – I ended up visiting the Oracle of magnetic poetry, and even she made me work to get something out of it!


    1. Some people have the presence of a ship or boat. You can feel them coming and then they pass and you can feel as if you have been uplifted in some indefinable way then are left somewhat bemused as they continue on their voyage


      1. You are absolutely right there. I think sometimes we notice them more in their passing, because their absence is so palpable.


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