North

a poem I wrote in Hamburg

a puzzle of rivers and ice

a dead fish that dances under a witch`s dress

birthless you have become an ancient fir

seagulls bend slowly in the salt air

and chatter over the freezing w****s;

the sinewed ships full of string and cloth

and wood that strain

out the songs of men lost to earth,

so pull through the alleys full of water,

thick-footed with the glazed eyes of fish;

winter`s door ever open; 

draw away from the coast to higher ground;

pure and wolf with frost.

Reviews

[SyberRose]

A great write...that first couplet drew me in and was captivated to the last verse...Rose:)
Forgot to rate...sending again.

[SyberRose]

A great write...that first couplet drew me in and was captivated to the last verse...Rose:)