(x = space)

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Treading Dawn

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First I think upon

The violet sail

Then the dragon’s head

That sees

Where we are going

But keeps its secrets

Then to notice that

The ship is moving

In the picture

Feel the air

Taste the air

It tastes of salt

Pure crystals from Narnia

Or a zone of it

Or the unbounded sea

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It’s wet

I’m wet

And there it is

The last allowance

The rooms fills

We leave the world

To go to this one

However attached

Unattached

(its own)

To fall upon the deck

Or into the water

The kindly crew will help

Though there have

Been enemies

Fallen from outside

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How might I prove

Intent?

Salute somehow?

That will not be enough

With the ship

We undulate

Upon the sea

While they make up their minds

My pockets empty

No weapons

(that might help)

I’ll sit here

On the melodious wooden deck

A while

While they decide

And should this be the start

Of another chapter

Either way

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C L Couch

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The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis, third chronicle of Narnia

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Photo by Raimond Klavins on Unsplash

The frigate Shtandart in calm weather.

Rīga, Латвия

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