Monday, December 19, 2011
One-eyed Edward did not want
to look off the cliffs; his vertigo tinkled
like a rash on his fuzzy cheeks.
Suzanne stood transfixed, staring
at the two dozen gulls performing
aerobatics, like a twisting feathered helix
just above the perfect mirror of a calm sea.
She could see the ruins of Hogshead Lighthouse
off to her right shining white in the sun shaft,
and the great silver zeppelin the prince used
to enjoy his future domain, hovering just above it,
as a summer storm brewed on the southern
horizon, boiling up tall thunder clouds
just for them.
She knew that her mother was calling,
that she should return to the cottage,
but still she lingered, wondering
if Captain Zachary would appear again
to brighten her morning.
Listed as #56 over on Magpie Tales 96
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