Three Sheets

Rough weather ahead,

Howling breezes rip at the sails.

Corners threaten to come undone.

Freed to the tempest

They rage.

 

Strong lashing needed;

Shifting winds raise sirens’ alarm.

Out of control, listing to port;

Capsizing dangers

To right.

 

Off course, stars darkened;

Sailing blindly toward anchorage.

Courageous fortitude ties taut

Three sheets to the wind.

I doze.  

Reviews

[Patrick Sean Purdy]

I really enjoyed this piece. It prodded at me with dual tines. One a feeling of childhood abandon and imagination, the other with a sense of helplessness and retreat.

[Pete Langley]

This takes me back a lot of years....the difference was I had lost my bearings and forgotten where I lived! You carry the metaphor very well and your word choices are both ironic and economical, making this a superb piece. P.

[Ellie J]

Absolutely fantastic. Your diction choices fit perfectly together as you paint your small story in poetry. I think my favourite line would have to be, "Sailing blindly toward anchorage". Keep up the good work!

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

I could feel it...and I interpreted it in a different way both time I read it. NICE!