Here’s something inspired by today’s Picture Prompts, which I follow on Twitter (@pictureprompts).
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
The sun on the cliff is blinding
white, almost as bright as the sea
of sand that stretches to the hazy
horizon. The rusted steel
hull of a ship rests on its keel, offers
the only shade at noon. Did it reach
this land-locked harbor by sailing
over the oean-blue sky?