THE CURSE OF FOG

THE   CURSE   OF   FOG


The curse of fog
Descended while our boat was  wearing,
Before we had time
To  fix  our  bearing : 
A last glimpse of lighthouse far,
Final sighting of the dog star.

We groped forward slowly together  -
No one  to recuse,  nor  rescue.

With only hope blind to tell us
To make  efforts at beating,
And  faith hesitant
In the tiller and sheeting;
But secure in the Captain’s swearing
And his judgment unerring.

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NOTE  
This nautical poem uses words like “wear”, “beat”  and “sheet”, 
which tell sailors what is happening. The poem can be read 
as a simple sea-story; or as a story of life’s bigger issues. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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