A heavy sea
So clear to see
A choppy crest and sky
And as they merge—
Right at the verge—
A longboat slides between
O how they crush
The seaman’s rush
Across the photograph
And now the paint
Falls soft and faint
In strokes—that shade of blue
The clouds are hushed
Beneath the brush—
The seas are hastened in
Horizons rise
Against the skies
And try to trickle up
Then halted shut
So mountains jut
And tread upon the waves
They harden now
Across the brow
Of ever sinking sea,
Sit darker than
The frozen span
That dries upon the page
Ultramarine
I’m sure, I’ve seen—
Dry now upon the page
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
A heavy sea
So clear to see
A choppy crest and sky
And as they merge—
Right at the verge—
A longboat slides between
O how they crush
The seaman’s rush
Across the photograph
And now the paint
Falls soft and faint
In strokes—that shade of blue
The clouds are hushed
Beneath the brush—
The seas are hastened in
Horizons rise
Against the skies
And try to trickle up
Then halted shut
So mountains jut
And tread upon the waves
They harden now
Across the brow
Of ever sinking sea,
Sit darker than
The frozen span
That dries upon the page
Ultramarine
I’m sure, I’ve seen—
Dry now upon the page
