The Flotilla of Lost Words by J.S. Watts

Monday, February 11, 2013


This is not quite as I meant to write
Not just as I first had it
But as it matters to the moon.
She pulled at my gut
With her draw-string beams
And I followed writing
As she tutored.
The surge of waters
Dragged in her wake
Overtumbling and turning
The words I had prepared
From their safe moorings.
Now we are all over the shop
With the never ending slip slop slop
Of water still trying
To suck on my toes
And my words floating away
On little paper boats
Each a small white flame
Sailing off to find the moon
Where she floats in the moist dark
Sky above the sea.
She takes my words the way
She wants them.
I think she planned it
This way
All along.


J.S.Watts lives and writes in the flatlands of East Anglia in the UK. Her poetry, short fiction and book reviews appear in a diversity of publications in Britain, Canada, Australia and the States including: Abandoned Towers, Mslexia, Polluto, and Silver Blade and have been broadcast on BBC and Independent Radio. A full poetry collection, Cats and Other Myths, and a poetry pamphlet, Songs of Steelyard Sue, were published by Lapwing Publications. Her novel, A Darker Moona dark literary fiction fantasy—has been published in the US and the UK by Vagabondage Press. Further details at: and on Facebook:

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