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Nov 2017
I can see reflections of my rib cage in every shipwreck
Scattered and disregarded on this beach
Bright bold white whales singing out to sea
It sounds like a funeral dirge
You ever walked through a shadow and felt it curl around you?
That sugar sweet caress that feels like razors blades?
I’ve been dancing on masts and knife edges drinking *** and downing ships
I’ve been called pirate and thief and captain
I can steer the ship of my sorrow through any rocky shore
Come out unscathed? Maybe
But all my flags are painted with the same snarl
We’ve got wolves below deck
Hear em howling out at the moon every night
Hear the whales humming back
You’ve never heard a melody lke grief
I hear that song everywhere
So my treasure chest gets tied around my feet if I’m gonna be an anchor
You know I’ll take all the beauty with me
Go down with the ship and let my shark tooth smile greet every fish at the feast
Lay me down on the sand bed I am where I feel most at home
With all these shadows and splintered wood
The skeletons of captains that married the sea like I did
Till death do us part, our chorus, our wolf song that’s what I’m humming
When the current takes my bones in different directions
I know I’m a graveyard under the sea
I know I’m a shipwreck at times like these
But it all makes sense when the whales sing
Georgia Marginson-Swart
Written by
Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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