Cold Sailing

Standard

Waves enfold waves.

With rolling swell
we rise and fall.

Through deafening static
of storm-struck air
I hear the rigging’s
ringing fear

as under the bridge
titanic ships
plow darker paths
through
shadowed bay.

With sails engorged,
swiftly
we fly away!

Advertisements

One thought on “Cold Sailing

  1. This is magnificent – it sweeps the reader along with strong phrases and an underlying rhythm that’s like a current, a swell. I shall read some more of your poems.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s