Helvetia’s Ribs

Celtic sand-scumbled Helvetia’s ribs, half-emerged, reach for the sunlight; nibbled by Atlantic waves, disappearing day by day. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My twenty-eighth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful A sight I would like to see before the waves eat her away: the remains of the Helvetia, shipwrecked near Rhosili on […]

Withstanding Life’s Wreckage

Life’s storm blows in from elsewhere. She’s wrung out, Washed up By a swollen sea. Breakers bear down, Rolling in interminable hosts, Torrents of foamy ghosts, The only sounds of wind And her wails: Her mast is broken, Jerking in a tangle of rigging and sails. With Morpheus’ help, she dives under And drifts into […]

Wreck of a Schooner

In the darkest gloom A cannon’s boom Blew into dreams from elsewhere, Roused by the raging storm And the wreck of a schooner, The promise of cargo Washed onto the beach By the swollen sea. Breakers bore down, Rolling in interminable hosts, A torrent of foamy ghosts, The only sounds of wind and whales, And […]