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| 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
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| 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.
