Poetry of a Blind Girl

great ship shelly

Great Ship Shelly

The blue blanket lay upon the head of the great ship

It's feet wet and cold

Legs surrounded by the wild

Their eyes stung with salt

It's mouth closed to avoid the taste

It's ears muted with waves

That rocked his body on his rocked ship

It's tummy full of fish and men

At least it wouldn't starve

The wings made the ship fly in the blue

The occupation of the ship is to carry and eat and rest and fly

But hardly any eye has seen the ship fly by

20.3.2020