A THOUSAND SHIPS

Written by: ken colonsay

A THOUSAND SHIPS 


Is this the face, this old hulk in the salt marsh? 
Is this my lady with creaking timbers
 and peeling skin? 

 A mere figurehead, a turkey prow, 
missing one oar, grandiloquent, vainglorious, 
still fighting the old sea-battles
with the wind and waves

the thousand ships
 that lie at the bottom of the sea.