a maiden adrift at sea dressed in white floated under the softest yellow, purple and pink reached out her arms to the sky and cried out for a storm to take her away in a torrent
so the gods sent the four winds and every drop of rain they could spare for a hero’s end and
it rained until the sea became ink. she wrote
her story among the stars until her face turned blue
and then, only then, did people listen and set out to rescue her
it was too late
risen above the clouds, she danced with the sun.
her hair swept back and forth round her shoulders
her eyes glinted with tomorrow’s promise
it will be brighter.