Creative Writing: Journeywomen

This is the poem that my blog is named for. I wrote it in 2003 during my first sailing trip.

The poem itself doesn't paint a very romantic picture of journeywomen, so it may seem curious that I chose to name the blog as I did. All I can say is, I like the way it conjures up images of being on a journey, of having some sort of permanence, and of being part of a continuing history.

Journeywomen

Soft slumber to a silent sunrise.

The mists lift
and leave a sleeve of dew
on masts and decks
afloat above the wrecks
of ancient journeywomen.

The sun is with her.
It dances and romances
’cross decks and masts
afloat above the pasts
of jilted journeywomen.

Windless, motor down,
she drifts uneasy
by the shores,
anticipating
quicker currents
and a breeze to blow her home.