The Splendid Ship – a poem by Jill Pearlman

The Splendid Ship

I remember standing
by the river
your hand inside
mine furled

our minds unwound
our drink that night

that tall black gulp of air

the ghost ships
white as paste on
onyx glass

rocking in total stillness

in the silence
we knew where
we dive

to extract a


our futures

flat-pressed to now.


Jill Pearlman is a writer and poet based in Providence, RI.  She has published in Salamander, Frequency Anthology, Soul-Lit, Crosswinds and others.  She writes a blog about ecstasy, art and aesthetics in wartime at

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