Pearl Whiskers 4.18/5 (17)

Ghost barrels through the water
shattering schools of brown and green
Until caught
on a taunting silver tooth
strayed too far

How do you harness
the power of the wind
With an iron girdle
that’s buffeted and blasted
Until and echoing squeak
twists apart the rusting branches
releasing the breeze

My ghost king slips back into the water
Once harnessed wind rushes back to his lungs
Gasping, grouping
waltzes away

The Ann Richards School for Young Women Leaders


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