Thomas Martin Poet Free verse

Loch Ness

Alltsaigh - The Scotch Highlands


I made a pact with you near water's edge: 

 Before the campers came, 

I would remove The drawings on the hostel's kitchen walls

 In which you are a few sad and patient tires

 Half in some blued-out lake with dragon face,

So patently fading to public white. 

You said you would never come back up 

To startle us again or find disgrace… 

So you said going black under blue;

I knew you would be back.

Sailing these spindrift waters


Diving the bone-deep depths and taunting us 


Across the waves with your rippling spines,


And flair for bumbling melodrama. 

Therefore, I have kept my watch 


And evenings, a blue sword in darkness,

I look downward and slip off into the night 

--Published Sketchbook

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Andrea Dietrich April 16, 2015 at 2:18 PM Very nice. I see this as a metaphor for the type of person who destroys others' lives. I wonder if I got that right. It reminds me of the mother character on a Cable drama I enjoy called Shameless. She is bi-polar and her kids are always suffering when she comes back into their lives. I hope you are commenting on lots of other poets' poems. Then you will be visited in turn and get the many comments you too deserve to have!