Pinned

hemp swells 

in the warm mist,

clenching knots

like splintered fists,

as i take a marlin spike

to their grip.

.

there is a moment 

before tying off

when two arms carry

the full weight of the yard, 

chant thundering 

with the crack

as rope whips deck.

.

and you don’t let go

or let them know

the fear 

of feable breath,

as jellies 

in the water below

kiss sunlit depths

with comb rows,

in a lazy spin and flow.

.

i ache to climb, 

to soar,

laughter of gulls

no more,

as i cut away 

all lines

that bind.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Belaying Pins by Marcus Isidro, Brasil

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