well woudn't you/

narrative verse

 

 

 

 

Well Wouldn’t You?

 

The sea fret grey and clammy cold

distorts the view along the shore.

Quite effortlessly it seems to mould

 the things you knew were there before.

 

Into new forms which seem to be

evil, hostile and threatening.

You can’t be sure of what you see.

The muffled silence deafening.

 

I tell myself I’m not afraid

but briskly walk towards the light.

A subconscious decision made,

 adopt a strategy of flight.

 

You cannot fight what you can’t see.

The local legends all insist .

The souls of sailors lost at sea

are carried by the clinging mist.

 

They crave the warmth that they once knew.

 The warmth the living still possess

 and they will drain the life from you.

 Their urgent need is pitiless.

 

Of course it’s just an old wives tale

 which cannot possibly be true.

 Still when I hear the foghorns wail.

 I make for safety wouldn’t you.

 

5-Mar-08