A violent swell
beneath ragged clouds
sends a rusted coaster rolling,
propeller blade churning empty air
before dipping again beneath the surface.
The drag of the sea on her barnacled hull
is beginning to threaten her progress.
Each tortured second stretches into
minutes for her anxious crew.
On the bridge the captain
straightens and nods,
as the mate shouts
above the roar
to man the pumps,
stem the inrushing flood:
too late to prevent disaster.
Overwhelmed, the wallowing ship
dips once more into a trough,
inexorably slips under
the surface, never
I have made a very sad story from the words at http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/. The words were:
rusted-out, nods, beginning, glaze, stretched, ragged, straighten, rolling, bridges, clouds, blade, drag. I managed 11 of the 12.
At Victoria’s suggestion, I tried to post it at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/
where the prompt (which I’d missed) was to write a shape or concrete poem. I was too late. The fact is, the shape came out of the words, and formed itself.