It Is Coming
It Is Coming
It is coming - I can feel the changes,
subtle changes, in the pressure on
the surface, unseen but noticeable to
those who have ridden these seas
before. Rising swells that slap the
hull in gauntlet sting, deep creak of
old familiar spars bracing,
once again, to ride the coming
maelstrom far out at sea, alone
in howling wind blown troughs,
surrounded by the white tipped
fingers of a crushing hand,
no escape. Frail vessel knowing
only that the sea has not yet won,
responds to faint commands of
trembling hands that sail
these fickle seas – alone.
12/12/12
submitted to –Your Favourite Old Poem #3
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2015
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