Adrift
written by: Marcy S. Wood
Adrift
with broken mast and weathered bow.
Once upon a time, I cut waves as a curvaceous
maiden; a busty figurehead pointing
towards the far horizon.
Sailors blew me kisses for goodluck.
I, the matron of safe passage upon the high seas.
Now, a grizzled castaway, without limes,
open wounds crest my gunnels.
Below, in my hull, my heart,
I am warped, and wanton for cargo.
My crow’s nest steeped in grey fog, forgotten.
My stern filled with briny seaweed and fetid fish.
My sails slitted and tattered, I pass unknown. Alone.
In a nursing home. A forgotten crone.
Marcy S. Wood, MA, loves hiking and yoga. She lives in Ouray, CO. In 2022, her poetry was nominated for the AWP Intro Journals Project in 2022, and third round of Colorado Hearts and Minds Contest. She is published at Rat’s Ass Review, Stick Figure Poetry, Spillwords Press, and the Avenue Journal. She writes in a haunted house with a wooly Bern-Newfie at her feet.
Latest posts by Marcy Wood (see all)
- Adrift - November 6, 2025
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