Entries are flooding in


A very mystical entry from a modern day Itchy Ankle resident who may have accidentally eaten an ancient hallucenogenic–hard to say.

Tucked away in a circle in my little boat, I had a dream:
Somwhere in the times to come someone called my place
‘Itchy Ankle’.
What is an itch?  but a way of life.
I, for myself, am a fisherman’s wife.
My ankles cobbled in deep oyster shells, crab, rock, and such.
I watch blue heron, geese, geen duck and question this thing
that other’s call ‘luck’.
Gulls, clear water ebbs and tides that guide my way.
Berries, bogs, marshes and such

A swamp with hibiscus
so close to my touch.
I am dreaming and wondering, would I be me…or you be you..
If we each of us this dream could eschew?
I’m back to sleep as I ought to be. Are you you? Am I me?
Who is it you are buying to be?

Your entry for the First Annual Itchy Ankle Writing Contest is still welcome. Check out the rules here.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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2 Responses to Entries are flooding in

  1. Doris says:

    Aside from the Alligators glaring omission, this is a beautifully crafted poem, at times reminiscent of Keats, at other points (are you you? Am I me?) Linel Richie. I thought I had it in the bag with my haiku but this poem will force me to re-visit those efforts.

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