Dyed by Johanna Lunn

 

Image | Bella White

Dyed

 

redheaded, summoning my grandmother in her post-season

like her afterglow, it feels like it should all have a reason

though there’s no reason or rhyme to fill my mind with dragonflies,

but to conjure my matriarchy in their presence

 

by the water,

to be alone is to explore myself through time

lineage by lineage, humming to the rhythm of thought

 

the ocean sings and I talk about prayer like I hold a regular practice

but really it comes and goes like summer,

making appearances seasonally

 

thinking of where I’ll have myself laid to rest

and who will be here to do that for me

if you’re finding this, I’m whispering a message

and telling you that the ocean resonates with each passing break of surf

© Johanna Lunn

Johanna Lunn

Johanna lives in Maine, surrounded by the state's natural beauty and the creativity it inspires. In her free time, she enjoys hiking and sipping tea at the local apothecary. Her work has been published by Moonstone Arts Center and featured at an event hosted by the Maine Women Writers Collection.

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