Prompt: Journey
Device: Simile
At Journey’s End
Like an undemanding lover
Patiently you wait for my return.
Although I’ve laid with others,
You forgive –
my fickle ways.
I know your lumps and dips
And unfashionable,
Squishy bits
And the way the seabreeze
Caresses me
When I lie in your embrace.
Oh, those that I’ve endured,
The low and barely stable,
The smelly and the squeaky
And the just too-perfect,
Crisply starched.
Curse, the ocean-going ones,
All sickening and rocky.
The hard hip-breaking types
Under canvass,
Flapping and leaky
Soon this house
Won’t hold me and
I’ll wander once again.
But there’s comfort in knowing
My own bed’s at
Journey’s end.
Wow – that’s beautiful Leigh. Love the photo too.
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Thanks Tricia, It give me great satisfaction when I can make use of one of my own photos. This was taken in Tassie.
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