'Keelmen Heaving in Coals by Night' by Turner
(1835, National Gallery of Art, Washington),
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight singed by sullen Sol, not stayed by Poseidon's hand; aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite. Unpenitent the sky rains ash blackening the night the fire sends a smoky pall upon the sea and land burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight. Fire eats the air, it snuffs man's breath, death maybe their plight, yet, all hands come to the Captains call, his to command aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite. Hell's inferno's come a calling on this sun lit night a foul wind blows, the fire roars, and so the flames are fanned burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight. Without their ship, the crew were lost, debtors they'd alight they went up like straw scarecrows shriven by the brand aflame, aflame, the tall ships burn, see their masts ignite. Burning cinders catch the dock, the workers run in fright. Pain and heart ache fill the wharf still they must disband. Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite. See About the poem
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
