Poem Category: Ships & Oceans

Cracked loose ice
rising
the waves of blue whales.

To all you lost sailors …
a pregnant woman swims
in your gentle waves.

Tropic isle
the crescent moon
cocoons the light.

Cast off …
our cruise ship hoots
fills the harbour.

Ship wreak
the rooms filled and un-filled …
a school of whiting.

None the same shape
yet a backbone of islands
from the mist.

Mediterranean cruise
the whimsy of the water spout
to turn away south.

Fishing fleet
into the sleep
of home port.

Sailing home
in the faint mist
every harbour light.

Asleep in the boat
between the islands
of tide and moon.