Night by Water

Title: Night by Water

Two of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred and Ten

#NaPoWriMo2019

In the night, where red drips upon cream dress
I walk barefoot
beyond Rockhollow's garden gate, along the winding path of the reserve,
across thick litter and seaweed leaving stains upon calves,
to observe the boats beneath the New Moon.

I feist on the lapping of water,
it calms the war drum of my vessel.
I dance upon slate dressed canvas,
paint my face in stinking estuary soil.
I imagine you there across the bay
though you're barely even a ghost anymore.

The rain shower hits unexpected
as it does when taking for granted these
abnormal, hot Spring days.
Blood is washed from the stones and my feet,
I return to the garden by running, along newly compacted paths, up my hand cut deviation
where nettle and bramble leave their
lasting impressions.
Goodnight Mother Moon,
slumber in your quarter as my fertile bones
rest too.