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Off the Coast of Bermuda

The sun is long gone
and the stars are being
outshined by the
brightest moon of the year

The air is cool
but the spray from
the waves is warmer
then I expected

The boat speeds us out
to the edge of
a mystical realm
Known for mirth and mayhem

We peer through the
glass bottom, looking
for coral, sea creatures
And the bones of ships

Sunk long ago

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Written in response to Dverse’s Take Me With You prompt. Drop by to visit even more exotic places!

16 Comments

  1. Beverly Crawford says

    When I’m on water, I often wonder at what worlds lie below. I live near what was once a peaceful little valley, its little creek dammed and flooded for forward progress. In times of drought, the tops of trees appear == sentinels that once stood tall and proud, where native Americans camped by Creekside. I had a friend who could not return to the farm of her childhood because it now lies beneath the waters of a lake built for modern recreation.

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  2. Bermuda is another place I have never been, and you took me to a magical place with your poem. I love the night-time setting and the shift from sky through air to waves, from a slower to a quicker pace with the speeding boat, and then down into the sea – and what a view!

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