Murky shore water licked
the tips of my soiled slippers,
my bottom sitting on
the humid dirt of the coast.
A handmade bonnet was fastened
against my cold ears,
my mother's shawl protecting my skin
from the whipping winds,
low air currents pushed the sooty sails
that marched across the water,
the bitter taste of salt blanketing my tongue
as I called for the ships from a lonely beach
I wait for the men, smiling
upon father's arrival from sea,
hymns of the lead-footed livestock
preaching of safe travel.
Author Bio:
Antonella Reyes is a fifteen-year-old student living in the urban city of Miami, Florida. She has received a Silver Key in the Scholastics writing competition and has been published in Young American Poetry Digest. She has a passion for attending rock concerts and writing about those experiences on her blog.
the tips of my soiled slippers,
my bottom sitting on
the humid dirt of the coast.
A handmade bonnet was fastened
against my cold ears,
my mother's shawl protecting my skin
from the whipping winds,
low air currents pushed the sooty sails
that marched across the water,
the bitter taste of salt blanketing my tongue
as I called for the ships from a lonely beach
I wait for the men, smiling
upon father's arrival from sea,
hymns of the lead-footed livestock
preaching of safe travel.
Author Bio:
Antonella Reyes is a fifteen-year-old student living in the urban city of Miami, Florida. She has received a Silver Key in the Scholastics writing competition and has been published in Young American Poetry Digest. She has a passion for attending rock concerts and writing about those experiences on her blog.
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