Jan 2018
Deep below the surface
of a sea storm-tossed, frenetic
lies buried an ancient sailing ship
once bold but now pathetic.
Her rigging long since torn away,
her masts and canvas rotten,
naked bones alone remain
of sailors long forgotten.
She bore these brave adventurers
toward a brand new land.
She and they alike were cursed
never to reach a strand.
But if ye look more closely
at her shattered, mouldered deck,
ye'd find the priceless treasure here
hidden in every wreck.
of a sea storm-tossed, frenetic
lies buried an ancient sailing ship
once bold but now pathetic.
Her rigging long since torn away,
her masts and canvas rotten,
naked bones alone remain
of sailors long forgotten.
She bore these brave adventurers
toward a brand new land.
She and they alike were cursed
never to reach a strand.
But if ye look more closely
at her shattered, mouldered deck,
ye'd find the priceless treasure here
hidden in every wreck.
This poem apppears with permission of the author
I love Carina's "Ancient Relict" so much that I couldn't leave it alone. In my effort to clarify it, have I ruined it? BTW, her notes are as beautiful as her poem. Don't miss them! Feel free to keelhaul me if you think I've violated some taboo. And, my hat is off to all of you brave souls who, like Carina, succeed at writing poetry in a foreign language!
I love Carina's "Ancient Relict" so much that I couldn't leave it alone. In my effort to clarify it, have I ruined it? BTW, her notes are as beautiful as her poem. Don't miss them! Feel free to keelhaul me if you think I've violated some taboo. And, my hat is off to all of you brave souls who, like Carina, succeed at writing poetry in a foreign language!
