The Jagged Bow Poem by Talia Anziliero

The jagged bow was ripped and torn,
Thrown around and tossed ashore,
And there it lay twisted and mangled, a waiting for salvation.

Memories of its lasting journey lay beside it at dead of night,
The happy child that now lay still,
The swirling curls that were choked upon,
The salt air that lingers on supple flesh,
Her chuckles no longer heard over screaming depths.

Now another chuckling of a woman walking on the beach,
Her gasps of horror, shock and disbelief,
Running steps along the pebbles,
The child that is now visible.

Through shaking hands the child was lifted,
While the jagged bow was left alone,
Til daybreak when shifting tides took its treasure elsewhere and far below.

The jagged bow was ripped and torn,
Thrown around and tossed upon another shore,
And there it lay yet again,
A waiting for its own salvation.