Riverrun...
07-31-2010, 11:18 PM
So...I wrote something. This is rather embarrassing, but it's worth a try. The poem isn't meant to make exact sense, it's supposed to be more of a descriptive thing.
Ice it slips
into a drip of
wet. Foam-wash,
sea-slosh.
Salt cracks skin
like ice also,
falling from wave breaks
and whale-tips.
Toothchalk backbone of cliffs
spell words that make
the compass spin.
Fish whisper bearings into bottles.
Willing, tugging,
like oars, like
white noise.
The greensea sand.
Briny tuna flop,
they flounder.
Nets bob, barnacles
cling, desperately
small and strong.
Stronger than sails,
crushing rock 'neath feet
on harddeck,
sailors-scale.
All men will be overturned,
with the mutiny of waves,
the mist
and no lighthouse.
Ice it slips
into a drip of
wet. Foam-wash,
sea-slosh.
Salt cracks skin
like ice also,
falling from wave breaks
and whale-tips.
Toothchalk backbone of cliffs
spell words that make
the compass spin.
Fish whisper bearings into bottles.
Willing, tugging,
like oars, like
white noise.
The greensea sand.
Briny tuna flop,
they flounder.
Nets bob, barnacles
cling, desperately
small and strong.
Stronger than sails,
crushing rock 'neath feet
on harddeck,
sailors-scale.
All men will be overturned,
with the mutiny of waves,
the mist
and no lighthouse.