The House-boat
Close your eyes and drift off...Now look...
fawn cut-pile carpet cushions gold oak coffee table
white eyelet curtains flaked revealing murky lake bottom
waterline drawn on windowpane above rocks
smothered in emerald moss and seaweed slime
Sebastian’s low notes sting my throat as I warble to Emma Watson
‘the seaweed is always greener…’ dressed in chequered baby blue
copper hair twisted into a low ponytail auditioning for Belle
her polite applause rains down and I sink into its cold puddle
I beat my limbs through liquid drag, spitting and crying salt,
heaving my arm up towards a green tiled roof swaying above a rolling jade wave…
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Melissa Kuipers von Lande
Melissa aspires to inspire. She believes the world can always use more joy and wants to help spread it through her stories, articles, and poems.
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