The ship, it sinks
And to my loss
A cable grabs my leg
I take a breath
And see the sailors
Scream bubbles in despair
And as the last light ripples
A whale comes
And drifts
The whale gives a strong
But melancholy song
And I see her eat
Each thing that peeps
Bubbles, feet and all
She grabs the anchors
Of the ship
And with me
Starts to fall
In the blackest of her eye
She tells a tale:
The whale wanders
From shoal to pole
Skirting her calfling along
With the tip of her fin
She smiles at him
And lifts whenever he falls
But the story she tells
Is of flight
And of fear...
They chase and she turns
From the ice to the deep
But she knows they are fast
At fin
They chase and she turns
But soon after she learns
That the calfling will drown
In the deep
She lifts as she can
But with only a fin
She cannot hug
Or defend
So instead she
Presents to the sky
Her young lamb
And soon after
The feast begins
I fear of a world
That scares mothers
But I have only
The time to cry:
Woe...To the red..In the deep...Of the sea
To mothers, your young ones may die.
An interesting narrative piece of poetry written with clarity of thought and mind. A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. Thanks for sharing, Alek.
Nice poem, written wonderfully... And also a nice story inside it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sinking of ship is amazingly narrated which through wire pulls the leg. This narrative amazes mind entirely. This poem is very wonderful really!