Fantasy myth
That night we hooked the colossal ship
it’s creaking bones slipped along the shore,
but not before much pull and drag — the
strain of which was mighty — and my
father took the brunt, stretched out in the sand.
He yanked the vessel up, safe upon the land.
Copyright © 2019 Bridget Webber. All rights reserved
Self-improvement, stories, and poems
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Independent content creator, ghostwriter, author https://tinyurl.com/y2cgqhgv mental health advocate, and poet. bridgetwebbber@outlook.com
Self-improvement, stories, and poems
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