Evening Mood (onboard a tankship))
The crew has had their evening meal
now they smoke and play cards in
the mess hall, the cook and his helper
have more work to do, their day is long.
The bright light in the galley keeps
the night at bay, the cook stands in
the doorway, a mug of coffee in hand
and smoking a small cigar;
He has to go down to the store room
take out the food needed for tomorrow;
the sea is calm, the sea breeze a caress,
and he’s glad to be far from shore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a simplicity to this which i envy, there is much detail, much to take in and consider. The poem has a painting feel to it, as if i am observing it in a gallery. I love the ending it changes the theme of the poem, and makes me want to read it again. nice work best wishes Vincent