They escaped on a small ship,
just the two of them.
A mother and a daughter –
one to the other.
They were sprayed by the sea –
saturated over time becoming
a part of it all, one and the same.
They had salty skin, flakes forming
over their eyes and crusting their hair
they sat, twisting it into plaits, shapes
that grew longer with the days,
one to the next.
The original words used as inspiration were “mother, salty, twisting” as part of the Three Random Words project.