The Moon And The Burning Landship

North.
The moon cold as an olive.

Hard as a skinned thrush.

The Northmen.

Bronzed and teeth-rooted.

Each thought cuts the snow.

The Ship.

Black with earth

Salt and tide.

Look through the first sparks;

The night cleaved with smoke.

A broken moon the sea.

Author's Note

I don`t get many reviews, but that`s OK. I just want to write.

Reviews

[Stephen]

~~I simply like the imagery you plotted here in few verses~~

Look through the first sparks;
The night cleaved with smoke.
A broken moon the sea.

I liked these words. Well written!

[Ken Simm.]

I think of a book I once read by Micheal Moorcock. I think of an exquistely honed piece of ice poetry.

[Tai Ryens]

Interesting poem about sailing, you capture the excitement well from an objective standpoint, however much sense that makes. As if you write from nature's character and depict how thrilled she is to discover a new sailor readying for departure into the unknown seas, seeking to explore things unknown to them. WEll done.

[Aunre]

I like it. Terse, potent... visually appealing. It lets one back fill their own story/plot if they have any sense of European history. Of course you could have just been picking words at random to play with but it doesn't seem that way.

[A. Amos]

Very interesting my friend and enjoyable read...

[stars are far]

That is very nice ,i liked the image here, and it was amazing, escpecially "Broken moon" yeah that sounded very original to me. I loved what you have written here :)

[Lafayette]

I really like it nice vision...