As the gale swiftly rise over the rocks
I saw an eagle take flight
It was a misty morn upon the lochs
In the stillness of the night
And what my eyes did see
The secrets I cannot say
For caught deep inside the pale blue moon
Was the shadow of another day
The tide washes to the shore
And the boats give sway
And the crimson sky cries out for more
As another fisherman, is buried today.
And the sea keeps on churning its rage
And still we do not heed
For the tide will always wash away
Man’s stinking quest for greed.
Until another day comes upon us
And we gather once more
At the foot of the great raging sea
And watch another fisherman, come to shore.
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2 Comments
Fay– very nice writing, although the tone shifted (for me) as I read it.
The first two stanzas tell a different story (to me) than the last three stanzas. It started so nicely, then the sea began churning, and suddenly there were funerals and bodies washing-up on the shore.
Did I “miss” something in my understanding of this poem? Was there a “transitional” phrase that I overlooked?
FYI- I have no credentials in poetry– I’m just a guy giving his own uneducated opinion.
It’s still a very beautiful poem, and I’m glad to have read it!
jpd
Thank you for your comment. I am glad you liked it. You are very insightful to pose the question of why the poem was written as it was.
You did not “miss” anything. I deliberately wrote the poem that way.
In the first two stanzas I wanted to show the beauty and the tranquility of what we can see on the surface. In the last three stanzas, I wanted to show that how easily things can change and that one must not be fooled by what is on the surface, but look to what lies beneath.