OverboardA Poem by David Lewis PagetThey’d all been swept to the beach and left Like flotsam, after the storm, Some were alive and some were dead In that tragic scene, at dawn, Their ship was lying submerged out there While its mast still graced the sky, Its time was brief on that unmarked reef, Out where its bones would lie. While those who had been swept overboard Into a foam-fleck’d sea, Were helpless, dashed by the giant waves On rocks that they couldn’t see, They tore the flesh from the living bone And crushed the skull as they hit, The sea was turning a muddy red With blood that was lost in it. Then when the tide had come churning in With its charnel bodies and bones, Above the roar of the rabid shore You could hear the first few moans, A sailor lay with a broken arm Another nursing his head, And there a woman, so frail of form, Who certainly should be dead. She lay with her skirt around her waist, Her legs were a mass of blood, Dragged and tossed on a needle rock She’d suffered more than she should, But though she moaned she had looked around As the bodies came floating in, ‘Where are you Alan A-Dell,’ she cried, ‘To lose you now is a sin.’ But Alan A-Dell was still out there The waves would pummel and pound, He had no thought of the girl that called As he floated there, face down, The love they’d shared was a mystery That had held them wrapt in awe, But now had passed into history As he floated in, to the shore. And Carmel cried as the rising tide Kept sweeping the bodies in, For Alan A-Dell now lay beside The lover that once had been, She thought of the final words he’d said As they both jumped into the waves, ‘I pray, if there is a God above, That you are the one he saves.’ And so she wept as she beat his chest And railed at the living God, ‘Why take half of a love away When a love takes two, that’s odd.’ The sun burst suddenly through the clouds And it made the water gleam, As Alan A-Dell had spluttered once His body and life redeemed. They clutched each other that livelong day Alone on that charnel beach, Everyone else had died, they lay Where living was out of reach, The night came down on that lonely shore With no-one to help or care, So shivered into the early hours When suddenly, God was there. He hadn’t taken a single love She’d said that a love takes two, So looking down from his place above He knew what he had to do, And when they died in each others arms With their hearts within them stilled, A love was taken, not one, but two, With his grace, their love was sealed. David Lewis Paget © 2015 David Lewis PagetReviews
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