The sea outside the harbour
is less than tranquil,
less than serene.
The moon,
round and full,
maria faced,
alternately hides bashfully
behind the scudding rain clouds
or beams broadly at the scene below,
wearing an ever-changing disguise
of false eyebrows
and wispy moustaches.
It is almost dawn.
The departing warships,
outside the harbour,
froth at the bow
as they move slowly northwards.
Their choppers, wind buffeted,
ferry last minute cargoes shore-to-ship,
as Aldis lamps blink back farewells
to those who must remain
to see a new day dawn,
to see a clouded moon over an empty harbour
and to weep in the rain.
Shenton
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Comments
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the imagery in thiswas really vivid - i like the end in particular;
"as Aldis lamps blink back farewells
to those who must remain
to see a new day dawn,
to see a clouded moon over an empty harbour
and to weep in the rain. "
i could really see this picture you painted -well done
thank you for entering.
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