Our poem of the week is “Our Lady Endured a Mutiny,” by Becca Barniskis. Becca works as a poet, teaching artist and free-lance writer and curriculum designer in arts education. More of her work can be found in Mid-American Review, Prairie Schooner, and Volume 1, Issue 1 of burntdistrict.
OUR LADY ENDURED A MUTINY
By Becca Barniskis
She had a ship and lost it. Her crew, hardy souls
fickle and true, had grown disillusioned with the
ever-distant horizon. They rose up as one,
unhanded her sextant, left her upon a small,
volcanic island. She was disordered in her manner
for a time. She picked at old seashells and
hardened her nails. She made improbable feasts
from the salty innards of the sea that washed and
washed the rocks, feasts that made her long for
sugar and candlelight and the way her old cabin
berth swung her gently at night after a good meal
and a freshening day of navigating the high seas.
Giant sea turtles ambled by, their faces outdated
maps. She might bring herself to follow them. But
she would not search the skies, knowing from
experience whence help really came.