Current or Keel

The other night, Iliana and I were talking about how we never do writing exercises anymore so we decided to give it a try. She chose four words (grainy, cliff, wrinkle, dive) and I had 5 minutes to write a piece using them all. Here it is:


Unfurling sails of silk
as grainy transitions across
silver screen.


This creates a divide.
Makes a cliff
upon which I slide
into black and white,
silent, sloped oblivion.


The sensation is as
swift and smooth as
the wrinkling of your eyelids
in a succession of steady stares,
smearing socket stains
on a long, dark dive.


This is a prairie schooner without a current or keel.