14 May, 2015
The Sail
I imagine my hair in a different era.
Coal-strewn and tobacco scented.
I picture it sailing through snapping sea air,
unfurled like a sail.
Threads of it let loose
to search out fresh territory.
14 May, 2015
I imagine my hair in a different era.
Coal-strewn and tobacco scented.
I picture it sailing through snapping sea air,
unfurled like a sail.
Threads of it let loose
to search out fresh territory.
Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she has either reading or writing. She also watches over a veritable army of pets. Her work has appeared in numerous publications and her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best Of the Web. You can find her here: http://carabosseslibrary.blogspot.com