The Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald as Told by the Muse (poem) by Sage Sweetwater on AuthorsDen

The Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald as Told by the Muse
by Sage Sweetwater → (All Poetry by Sage Sweetwater)
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Lake Superior in a typical November storm 1975, I was bedding my woman lover in the watery grave of what would be of 29 men The ship was the pride of the American side, comin' back from some mill in Wisconsin Late that night, we heard the ship bell ring, my lover's head was between my legs, my orgasm as heavy as 26,000 tons of ore, could be the north wind we bin feelin', the larger the fetch, the larger the waves the storm's fury closed the Sault Ste. Marie locks they knew they were doomed, the captain wired in he had water comin' in My lover and I saw later that night 'is lights went out of sight Captain McSorely was a seasoned sailor of the Great Lakes for 44 years, Captain McSorely, my father who raised me with "The Pride of the American Flag" the SS Fitzgerald's label Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes into hours My lover and I still hear the wind in the wires that make a tattle tale sound when orgasm crashes, the waves break over the railing. The Titanic Wreck, my poem White Knuckles http://www.authorsden.com/ visit/viewpoetry.asp?id=154278 Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

Reviewed by Chrissy McVay

Reviewed on July 2, 2006

I've been to the museum in Michigan that tells the sad tale and felt the tears choke up in my throat. I could never look at the ships on the Great Lakes again without thinking of the Fitzgerald. Great write.

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on June 27, 2006

i've only been on the water during one storm and even though it was nothing compared to this these words really hit home
Does anyone know where the
love of God goes when the
waves turn the minutes into hours

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

The ocean, as with any large area of water, can change from calm and smooth to vicious and rough in a matter of minutes...the Fitzgerald was a large ship, try being out there fishing in a 30 footer & the same thing happening...scary as hell, but I have returned a number of times from a situation such as this...gotta keep a cool head while getting it & in...ed

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Loved that song, yep. You kicked ass AGAIN with this rendition, Sage. I love it that you go back and take from the best and expound upon them as only you can do. Next to last verse IS the poem.