by corinna
beyond the ghostly fog
the silhouettes of ships silent
and still
layer after layer
stretching into the distance
snow, it's salt
where glass is marred
the world across
not quite as scarred
but beauty in the etching
layer after layer
crystallised in pain
muting the pane
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I wrote the first stanza while on the ferry to Batam. The windows were cloudy with salty seawater stains and I thought that it was interesting to see the world through this natural filter. So this poem wasn't intended to be that deep but Corinna cannot resist a pun. Enjoy this rare moment where a pun adds unexpected depth to a poem.