30 Apr BLOGME TENDAL CCLXXV: Prow’s Clothes-line
The slacking, hanging, weary. Died.
Until the stick of the kitchen-maid is transmuted into bowsprit, spur that pierces the world and affirms the rigging of the clohes-line, turning the clothe-ropes into ship-ropes, the cloths into jibs, the tweezers into loff.
When wind raises up, the long house will let anchorages out and it´ll launch a voyage all over the rose of the winds towards the Island of Priest John, to Atlantis, to Hebrides, to the mermaid´s island where they sing while they wash their clothes.
Hai unha illa loubada alá no fondal do mar… Captain Cunqueiro.
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