Whaler's Wives

Whaler's wives have risen for their husbands,

lost at sea, then hastened from that churchyard,

and to December's beach. 

To keep once more the widow's

watch, so wistfully they waited,

with flagging hopes and splintered hearts,

and rainfall on their prayer books.

Then tears upon their caskets,

laid low beneath that hallowed ground.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A word painting. In a short poem you have conveyed so much.

Flagging hopes and splintered hearts, the desperation really comes through to the reader.

Well done

Chris