Into the Blue
She was a 40 foot Bermuda-rigged sloop,
with linen sails a mahogany deck and
brass fittings; he took the east wind out
of Key Largo, as the dawn picked up the
spray and pitted his tanned face,
dolphins and flying fish, played with the hull,
trying to beat each other in a race to pierce
the blue brine: nothing was like this, and nothing
was like doing this, and a wry smile stretched the
flesh of his leathery face, now massaged by the
warm leeward-wind
the heat haze threw up mirrors at the hull sides,
mixing the dazzle of the ocean gaze with the press
of the impatient sea; it’s fecund smell and the glare
of the polished wooden deck, fired in to his senses,
mixing sounds, heat and water; a maelstrom of ocean
sense;
and then he and the boat, peeled off into the blue forest
of sea and sky,with a heading for Havana set.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment