Wednesday 23 February 2011

A Wee Boat in the Bright Night

The cello swells
But the sea lies flat on a hairless chest.
Seemingly though, a ship swims back to shore
With no sextant or logical love for
Land or prose or personality type.
A trap i swear,
A single wave to cast away the sky
could never be.
This little ship, with it's single faultless sail
Now sinks,
Down.
Gone. But always there in my medium heart.

2 comments:

  1. A lovely fancy. Thank you! Well done.

    JamieDedes

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  2. love the title, the imagery is stunning.

    welcome sharing your poetry with us, first time participants can share 1 to 3 old poems or poem unrelated to our theme.

    have fun today.


    keep up the excellence.
    hope to see you in.
    xx

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