Northwords Now Issue 40

The FREE literary magazine of the North

Permitted Daily Exercise 3

by Paula Jennings

Today, in this bay of white shells,
the waves are a restless dazzle
that tires my eyes. I’m worried
about the railing I touched earlier.

There’s the sound of a small engine
and a boat rounds the headland.
A solitary figure stands upright
in the stern, hand on tiller, no more than
slender darkness against the glare.
She radiates a quiet authority as though
she’s beyond this dislocated world.
I feel the sun warm on my back.


These Times

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Permitted Daily Exercise 3Poem by Paula Jennings
The Name of the VirusPoem by Paula Jennings
These TimesPoem by Paula Jennings