Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
Seeking an anchor to shelter,
a refuge, a safe place,
a call to the elusive humanity
she longed to embrace.

Imagining a harbor in time,
many hands to hold,
a haven for collective dreams
too seldom known.

On a sinking ship in hostile waters
surrounded by I, me, and mine,
she recalled the myth of love
and wondered about salvaging lives.

©April 2016, August 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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