Blistered disc, pocked and erupted.
A boy-man’s moon burnt.
A sailor nervously gnaws metal,
eating the bronze edges.
A mouse in an ocean musing, steering silently.
Crumpled inward, a coined planet.
Dimensions but not directions divined.
Slivered moon, a thumbnail,
stars sail searching skies in the sea.
Ancients date that disc.
Published in The Ekphrastic Review Nebra Sky Disk Contest, March 2022