Poem of the Month

Boat trip by Clare Roberts

Fingers grip the cleats, sticky

with watermelon,

as the motor boat thuds the waves.

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Shells safely stowed,

moorings slackened, focus

in the moment of speed.

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Salt wind enlivens my hair, stings

my freckled cheeks, and dangling calves

are dashed with spray.

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Flattened thighs hug the deck

as we surge forward,

skimming blue air.

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Bikini clings, spine curves

with each swell, booming

on the wooden hull.

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Sea curves to sky

as we spin and glide

through Balearic summers.