Her Sails Are Like Wings On the icy peaks Of the North Sea, My ship rocks, narrowly escaping, Nearly capsizing in the frigid water. Aye, she floats proudly, Rising to the challenge, Meeting headstrong gales Like icy glares, or cold silence. One could say her sails are like wings, Lifting her over the most tremulous of storms, Smoothing her path, navigating the weather Of this harsh, bitter climate. My ship is a self-contained vessel, Sufficient, enduring, surviving You may clip her wings, breach her deck, Set her afire... Leave her shaken, a skeleton of herself. Do what you will, still she'll float. You'll see her flag flapping in the wind From the deck of another ship you've raided. As you drift into the eye of the storm, You'll regret stripping her bare. She'll continue to taunt you, and haunt you In your frozen, dark masquerade, In your icy silent grave. Dena L. Moore June 10, 2002 Her Sails Are Like Wings appears in my new chapbook, Waking In The Dark: Poetry of Dark Fantasy, the Occult, and Somber Reflections. Click here to read more or to order. |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Her Sails Are Like Wings On the icy peaks Of the North Sea, My ship rocks, narrowly escaping, Nearly capsizing in the frigid water. Aye, she floats proudly, Rising to the challenge, Meeting headstrong gales Like icy glares, or cold silence. One could say her sails are like wings, Lifting her over the most tremulous of storms, Smoothing her path, navigating the weather Of this harsh, bitter climate. My ship is a self-contained vessel, Sufficient, enduring, surviving You may clip her wings, breach her deck, Set her afire... Leave her shaken, a skeleton of herself. Do what you will, still she'll float. You'll see her flag flapping in the wind From the deck of another ship you've raided. As you drift into the eye of the storm, You'll regret stripping her bare. She'll continue to taunt you, and haunt you In your frozen, dark masquerade, In your icy silent grave. Dena L. Moore June 10, 2002 Her Sails Are Like Wings appears in my new chapbook, Waking In The Dark: Poetry of Dark Fantasy, the Occult, and Somber Reflections. Click here to read more or to order. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 6, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
