" Rogue"

The sea doors open wide

Opens wide for thee

I am mischievous, a rogue

Not obedient – I seek & destroy.

I pace the sea in a wondrous cold

Round in shape with a dismal sheen

Tread the salt water, a shadow, a foe

I am very explosive by nature.

The sea breeze blows

Then comes the fog & mist

The furrow follows thee

I diminish hope as it withers at the root.

Shipmates that spot thee

In their sore distress

Fain from speaking

As if choked by fire and soot.

I take the form of a –

speck, a mist, a shape

I plunge, I tack, they veer

As the ship approaches, the horror follows . .

Throats un-slake, lips blacken & bake

Into the sea the shipmates plummet

The ship sinks with upright keel

In an unheard whisper, into a watery grave.

Copyright © 2007 Tinka Boukes & R. Lance Sheridan