The sky was torn, white light shone through
Backlit horizon lit sea askew
Rumbling thunder through black cloud blossom
Saltwater sighed as the sea played possum
Our vessel ploughed through thickening swells
The wind swept rain brought briny smells
White caps were torn from the black seas skin
As movement surged forward within
With wind abeam and swell abreast
Our craft was tested upon the crest
The waves stood up shunting our hull
Down we plunged twixt glacial lull
Perched low on bow a lonely bird
no feathered friends with which to herd
Beaky head tucked chin to chest
The sea soaked air a pungent zest
A spray of baitfish erupts torn sea
Blue metal backed Tuna launch after flee
The wind it growls a ghostly moan
Pushing our little boat towards home
Up pinnacled precipice, down gaping gorge
Our bow punched through the rolling forge
Wet timbers awakened sighs and creaks
The deck awash and the wheelhouse leaks
Stinging horizontal rain
Pull’s into station steaming train.
Thunder, lightning, drumming sound
Our little boat is jetsam bound
I fear not the sea she calls my name
For I stop here, with her I’ve lain
Was always going to end out here
Far from home but oh so near
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You paintt a picture with words where I can visualise the scene. A good write