NaPoWriMo #26

The idea for this poem sparked in my head yesterday, as I took the ferry across to Gabriola Island.  I wrote it down and completed it on the ferry ride back to Nanaimo.  Enjoy.

the still ships

the solid silence of the ships
red at the waterline,
dark blue above
stands a question,
iron-loved chains holding anchors rigid
here    here is a pinpoint on a map

later, on the way back,
as sky drifts deeper blue
undulating with grey-washed clouds,
little lights sparkle across the ships
like sea fairies wondering
at the large, steel thing
what are you?

the rumbling ferry,
which feels like standing still,
pushes its way past the ships,
past the winking lighthouse
home.

© 2015 by Robin A. Sams

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