Long Wharf
Meaghan Anne
Half-sunken boats and old rope are
Decorated in algae, rust, and decay.
Water laps, soaking rocks that have
Speckled the harbor floor for decades.
A backdrop of toppled bricks lies behind us
We stand beneath the cobalt sky
Your coat draped over my shoulders
I’m caught in the moment, more full than hollow.
Your hair is colorless under the candescent day
Tranquility I’ve never seen settles the creases of your face.
I came here as a kid, before.
Before the world ended and the
Torrent of agony and death and chaos and smoke
Before the world ended, companions and
Lovers and quiet strangers stood here also
The smell of musk rises from the calm water
And with it, hope. At the end of all things
This place can still mend the broken.
Your hand clutches mine, tight enough to
Crack my bones; I’m not scared anymore.
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Posted Jul 9, 2023
A fictional poem that takes place after the end of the world. Themes of hope and romance.
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