Solo Non-Stop
The shuddering waves hasten the night
the fullness of the moon hides behind copious clouds,
soon a roar becomes overwhelming amidst the storm
as the lashing rain solidifies upon the creaking bow.
freezing salty air
the siren of the whale’s call
enhance his struggles
It was then, as if a giant hand sweeps away the tempest
when tossed with in its heart, the tigerish rouge is subdued,
the lone sailor cries out in prayer as his trembling fingers
wipe away the remnants from his Bohemian brow.
paper thin egg shell
stained ribbons of wooded ply
wax candle aglow
His prayer was answered suddenly the clouds part
and the prominence of starlight shine through,
with his compass lost and guiding system kaput
he plots his way; sails the furrows of the celestial plough.
tears of gratitude
aid the swelling ocean waves
red sky a warning
Entered Sailing Poetry Contest
Sponsor Julia Ward
Written 2020
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2020
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