Get Your Premium Membership

A Lullaby for the Drowned

Moon kisses blown by evening’s silver lips caress the ocean's pricked up ears. They hear a mute rage, frothy hackles raised to spear a passing fleet of ghostly nightbound ships. Dead dreams float up as daylight slowly slips into the deep; again we face our fear that dying might not be the last frontier. A final move to hell requires many trips. High above the deck, I spy over the bow, watching for shoals and reefs that lurk below; my crow's nest cradle teeters on the bough the wind will break, though when I do not know. Then we will plunge into the sea we plow, lustful and wet. How can we sink so low?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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

Date: 6/5/2018 6:03:00 PM
Helllo Henrique, a sad lullaby. Welcome to poetry Soup. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. have a nice evening my friend.
Login to Reply
De Beaulieu Avatar
Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 7/28/2018 8:31:00 PM
Thank you my friend.I like your last name to.
Oliveira Avatar
Henrique Oliveira
Date: 6/6/2018 5:02:00 PM
Thank you so much for your kind words, my friend Darlene! And what a beautiful last name!