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The storm flag snaps in the rising wind,Author's Notes
cable clattering against flagpole.
Every village has one, and everyone
knows to keep watch for it in autumn.
Busy hands work on the houses,
tearing down the walls and roofs.
Everything inside has already been packed,
ready to stow away before the launch.
Busy hands work on the hulls,
locking walls and roofs into their new sockets,
building the flotilla as they do each year,
getting ready to ride the tide.
By the time the storms come,
the whole village will be safely asea,
the great ramships guarding the flotilla
against the monsters that lurk below.
This poem came out of the August 2011 Muse Fusion. It was inspired by a prompt from LJ user Stryck. It also connects with the project "Created in the Path of Irene." http://www.katemessner.com/created-in-the-path-of-irene-links/
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