Write a poem!
Winter is the hardest,
The long, cold climb with the torch.
It is not just the limp now
But age too that slows him down.
The ocean beckons him like a woman dancing,
All undulating curves.
His beam runs slowly back and forth like a caress.
Once before the war,
Still too young for anything but mischief,
he stowed away on a luxury boat.
Sneaking up to deck one night,
He saw a beautiful girl throw a bottle to the waves.
He dreams of that bottle washing up on his shore now.
A flap of wings startles him.
His arm smacks into a wall
Hard enough to leave a bruise.
A pair of puffins circle over his head,
He opens a glass panel and sets them free.
In one of the mirrors, he sees
his chew-stained beard,
gnarled as an old rug,
He massages the wattle underneath
with hands as rough as pumice.
“Where’d you go?” he asks out loud,
hearing only the rapturous sighs of the sea.
On the waves, the light keeps
searching
for someone to save.
And far below,
an octopus wraps tentacles
around shards of glass.
Nice work with a tough prompt!
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