There Were No Anchors

by John C. Mannone

Rains started early, prevailed, and flooded the world for six months.
On the 17th day of the 7th month—the ship ran aground on a mountain.

Millenia later, another ship of salvation engaged a Mediterranean
hurricane, crashed on a rocky island—also on the Feast of Tabernacles.

	None onboard lost.

The sacred Hebrew year begins with Nissan, the civil new year with Tisri, the 7th month.
See Genesis 7:11-12, 7:24, 8:2, 8:4, 8:13; Acts 27:9, 27:27, 27:35, et al

John C. Mannone has poems in North Dakota Quarterly, Poetry South, Windhover, Braided Way, Spirit Fire Review, Credo Espoir, Heart of Flesh Literary Journal, and Scriblerus Arts Journal. He won the Impressions of Appalachia Creative Arts Contest in poetry (2020) and the Carol Oen Memorial Fiction Prize (2020). He was awarded a Jean Ritchie Fellowship (2017) in Appalachian literature and served as celebrity judge for the National Federation of State Poetry Societies (2018). He has three poetry chapbooks, and four full-length collections: Disabled Monsters (Linnet’s Wings Press, 2015), Flux Lines: The Intersection of Science, Love, and Poetry (Linnet’s Wings Press, 2022), Sacred Flute Iris Press, 2022), and Song of the Mountains (Middle Creek Publishing, forthcoming 2023). He’s been nominated for Pushcart, Rhysling, and Best of the Net awards. He edits poetry for Abyss & ApexSilver BladeLiquid Imagination, and American Diversity Report. A retired professor of physics, he lives in Knoxville, Tennessee.

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