Craig Cornish Poet Free verse

A Killick's Weight

(A Killick is an archaic anchor made from stone and sticks for a small craft)    
                                                                                                                                                  
Like Marley's admonitions
I fear my burdensome chains.
They have been labored on, yet,
do I bear their weight gladly,
        or ~ reluctantly.
And, if the chains were to break free,
would I drift in freedom or terror?
Still, wondering if the Killick's stones
had finally given up on me...

Isn't it irony that wishes tossed to
what we cannot see, mean often more
than the reach of familiarity, and
the stones that held us before,
we wish would set us free?
Freedom has no peace without
an anchor in the hold ~
nor a knife to slice the line?...

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Reason A. Poteet August 21, 2025 at 6:02 AM From iron chains which bind to a simple rope that we can cut loose with a knife, killicks are restrained by our captor, by our choice. I like your reference to Marley's chains, Craig. Through doubt and fear, there is an Anchor which holds regardless.