Broken BowA Poem by Captain Spanky
Broken Bow
Sinking, a dying ship, luff sails, stuck in the trough. Rigging is ragged, sails torn. The helm will not answer, the rudder is gone. The compass spins. North is not there.
A tempest is looming, the seas rise. The air is frigid, sharp and penetrating. Dank, piercing glacial winds buffet the hull. Heaving to and fro, there is nowhere to go.
Wood cracking, shearing and splintering. The bilge bursting with a deluge of numbing waters. Pitching and rolling, almost broaching. The Bow is broken, the stern asunder.
My course is uncharted, the bearings are lost. My heading is certain. The end is here. A final plea and a prayer.
A wintry, heartless voice on the wind.
The Dutchman is near.
The Abysmal depths await, the locker is my fate.
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Added on October 12, 2008AuthorCaptain SpankyMargate, FLAboutI am a Captain on an offshore supply vessel in the Gulf of Mexico. I have recently begun to write poetry and have started writting a book, which i have found is not as easy as I thought. I sometimes h.. more..Writing
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