Thursday’s Sonnet: Port Victoria

Port Victoria

In teenage dreams he saw her, her eyes downcast
Hair loose, dress torn, chest heaving in fear
A pirate’s captive tied to the mast
A lost explorer at the point of a spear

He put those dreams down, but they didn’t stay dead
At night she would wake with beckoning hand
She would whisper surrender as he lay in his bed
Beside one he knew that would not understand

After courtrooms and tears and regrets that long linger
When everything left those dreams alone stayed
At long last he followed the dream’s outstretched finger
To that place where those dangerous games would be played

For years he had tracked her through nights damp and dim
Not knowing all this time she’d been looking for him

About MishaBurnett

I am the author of "Catskinner's Book", a science fiction novel available on Amazon Kindle.
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