Oh, dear. I completely forgot it was Friday. Yep. It's been that kind of week.
So I'm scraping up a few lines from a poem I've been working on this week. I'm still tweaking, but I could be tweaking from now to the next time I sail to Antarctica.
Right.
Stop by Life on the Deckle Edge where Robyn is hosting the Roundup.
Sinking Ship
timbers scream
bolts break
steel buckles
hold fills
planks splinter
She quivers in pain,
retches, jerks,
gasps like a dying beast.
Those who love her
curse the ice,
stand nearby and grieve.
© Doraine Bennett, 2015
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Powerful and touching, Dori! Great internal rhyme.
ReplyDeleteGlad you are still immersed in these icy explorer poems - and that you're writing them while safe and dry inside! The ship does come to life here, in her dying moments.
ReplyDeleteExcellent, Dori!
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