Bad Love Poem by keith brown

She railed hard
against the weight of an angry sea
A small boat, tender gunnels
unaccustomed to a heavy tread
she rolled
against the rampant sea
in a valiant effort to break free

The sea
Unaccustomed to frail resistance
Mounted her deck and ran amok
among
tangled sheets and tattered cloth
Invading the sanctuary of her helm
In its rush to re-join its stormy realm.

Her rigging gave a banshee howl
As waves caressed her lowered bow
The sea drove hard against her stern
a summersault of death to turn
Then broke
She lay between the swell as
Wind torments her naked shell
The sea
She has so long denied
Seeks out her secret place
Inside
And like a lover softly led
takes her to his watery bed